That Evening - Middleton:
Kim flopped onto her bed with her face buried in her folded arms. "What is happening?" she moaned. "People say I told them things that I never said to them - or at least I don't remember saying them..." She then sat up and clutched her pillow. "Maybe I did say those things - maybe I'm going to la-la land. Maybe I just have too much on my plate. But what to give up? I can't quit cheerleading - that's half my life! I can't quit high school, either. I sure can't give up saving the world - the fate of the world is in my hands nearly every day!"
Kim leaned forward, hanging her head until it touched her legs, still holding the pillow tightly. "I've got to get a grip," she moaned, "but for the first time in my life - I don't know what to get a grip on! I...guess I could just keep 'my word' to everyone, and do the things they say I told them I would do...'my word.' It doesn't even feel like my words are mine anymore..." the last of her words trailed off as she began to sob quietly against her pillow.
The beeps of the Kimmunicator interrupted Kim. She quickly wiped her eyes, sniffled and grabbed the device. Wade appeared on the small screen. "*Kim*? Kim???"
"Yes Wade, I'm right here - or isn't this working right, either?" Kim tapped the Kimmunicator against the heel of her hand several times, and stared into the screen.
Wade stared back at Kim in disbelief. "Okay, this just got major weird. Who are you?"
"What???" Kim shot back. I'm Kim Possible. Duh! Maybe I should ask who you are!"
"Duh, yourself. I was trying to locate the Kimmunicator for, uhhhh...it was missing." Wade then shook his head and looked over his right shoulder, then back at the screen. "Now that we have that much established - are you the real Kim?"
Kim pinched herself on the arm. "*Ow*! Okay, it's not a dream. Wade, this is so not funny. I've had a bad enough day as it is. What do you mean, am I the real Kim? How many do you think there are??"
Wade looked to his right again. "Welllll..."
Another figure leaned into view beside Wade. Kim's eyes got as big as saucers, and her jaw dropped wide open. There, next to Wade - was *herself*. The other "Kim" was dressed in the same blue jeans and green midriff top she was wearing...her hair was the same shade of red...the eyes were the same shade of green, the only difference was the redness from Kim crying. It was just like looking into a mirror. The other "Kim" had a wide smile, and was waving her hand slowly at the screen
"Now you see my dilemma," said Wade.
"The only 'dilemma' we have here is who - or what - *that* is," growled Kim. "Wade, send a high-pitched sonic disturbance through the Kimmunicator."
Wade pressed a button, and an electronic scream emitted from the device. Kim winced and gritted her teeth. After about ten seconds, the sound stopped. Kim looked back into the screen. "Ta-da." Then her eyes narrowed. "Now," she sneered, "send the same disturbance - locally."
Wade pressed a few more buttons, and the sonic scream began again - but in his room this time. The other "Kim" got a blank stare on her face, and started to vibrate. "Wade, what's up with this?" "she" shouted. "Why are you doing this to m-" There was a loud crackling noise, and the other "Kim" collapsed to the floor.
Kim looked into the device with a wry smile. "Still confused, Wade?"
"Kim, I just don't believe it," said Wade.
"A clone," replied Kim. "This so reeks of Dr. Drakken."
"Ever since the thing with Drakken's cybernetic Bebes, and then his unstable clones, I put detectors in my room, in case he tried anything like that again. But this 'Kim' didn't trip any of them!"
Kim reached over to a glass she had on her nightstand and put her finger over the top of the straw, capturing a small amount of soda in it. She then brought it to her nose, and let the liquid run down over her face. "Look Wade - I'm not a clone."
Wade had been looking at the other "Kim." He said, "This must be the 'Kim' who called me early this morning." He poked at her. "Wow...she's like...real."
"Well, this explains the day I've had. Starting with you, all day I've had people telling me I promised them things that I never said. This 'Kim' must have gone to school in my place while I was sick! Are you sure there's no way to tell her from the real me?"
Wade looked the other "Kim" over. "Her skin must be genetically-generated. That would mask cybernetics or other systems from detection." His eyes widened, and he leaned down. "I don't think this is the end of your problems, Kim," he said. "This fell out of her, uhh, its pocket."
He held a black patch up to the screen so Kim could see. It had the number "22" in green letters.
"Ohhhh, grreeaat..." Kim groaned. "This means there are more of them. But how many more??"
"Looks like you get a chance to find out," beamed Wade. "It's a good thing villains are so proud of their work." He then turned the patch over so the back was showing on the screen.
"Drakken Evil Industries, Inc. Taking Over the World, So You Don't Have To"
A low growl escaped from Kim's lips as she read the rest the patch. The last line said - "Made in Cancun, Mexico."
"Wade, you may have a long night ahead of you," she said. "I'm calling Ron. We're going to Mexico on a school night."
"Be careful, Kim," Wade cautioned. "I don't know how strong these things are, or what they can do."
"Oh, I know what they can do," Kim replied. "They can all drop dead. Like the line from the movie - 'there can be only one' - and that's ME."
Kim flopped onto her bed with her face buried in her folded arms. "What is happening?" she moaned. "People say I told them things that I never said to them - or at least I don't remember saying them..." She then sat up and clutched her pillow. "Maybe I did say those things - maybe I'm going to la-la land. Maybe I just have too much on my plate. But what to give up? I can't quit cheerleading - that's half my life! I can't quit high school, either. I sure can't give up saving the world - the fate of the world is in my hands nearly every day!"
Kim leaned forward, hanging her head until it touched her legs, still holding the pillow tightly. "I've got to get a grip," she moaned, "but for the first time in my life - I don't know what to get a grip on! I...guess I could just keep 'my word' to everyone, and do the things they say I told them I would do...'my word.' It doesn't even feel like my words are mine anymore..." the last of her words trailed off as she began to sob quietly against her pillow.
The beeps of the Kimmunicator interrupted Kim. She quickly wiped her eyes, sniffled and grabbed the device. Wade appeared on the small screen. "*Kim*? Kim???"
"Yes Wade, I'm right here - or isn't this working right, either?" Kim tapped the Kimmunicator against the heel of her hand several times, and stared into the screen.
Wade stared back at Kim in disbelief. "Okay, this just got major weird. Who are you?"
"What???" Kim shot back. I'm Kim Possible. Duh! Maybe I should ask who you are!"
"Duh, yourself. I was trying to locate the Kimmunicator for, uhhhh...it was missing." Wade then shook his head and looked over his right shoulder, then back at the screen. "Now that we have that much established - are you the real Kim?"
Kim pinched herself on the arm. "*Ow*! Okay, it's not a dream. Wade, this is so not funny. I've had a bad enough day as it is. What do you mean, am I the real Kim? How many do you think there are??"
Wade looked to his right again. "Welllll..."
Another figure leaned into view beside Wade. Kim's eyes got as big as saucers, and her jaw dropped wide open. There, next to Wade - was *herself*. The other "Kim" was dressed in the same blue jeans and green midriff top she was wearing...her hair was the same shade of red...the eyes were the same shade of green, the only difference was the redness from Kim crying. It was just like looking into a mirror. The other "Kim" had a wide smile, and was waving her hand slowly at the screen
"Now you see my dilemma," said Wade.
"The only 'dilemma' we have here is who - or what - *that* is," growled Kim. "Wade, send a high-pitched sonic disturbance through the Kimmunicator."
Wade pressed a button, and an electronic scream emitted from the device. Kim winced and gritted her teeth. After about ten seconds, the sound stopped. Kim looked back into the screen. "Ta-da." Then her eyes narrowed. "Now," she sneered, "send the same disturbance - locally."
Wade pressed a few more buttons, and the sonic scream began again - but in his room this time. The other "Kim" got a blank stare on her face, and started to vibrate. "Wade, what's up with this?" "she" shouted. "Why are you doing this to m-" There was a loud crackling noise, and the other "Kim" collapsed to the floor.
Kim looked into the device with a wry smile. "Still confused, Wade?"
"Kim, I just don't believe it," said Wade.
"A clone," replied Kim. "This so reeks of Dr. Drakken."
"Ever since the thing with Drakken's cybernetic Bebes, and then his unstable clones, I put detectors in my room, in case he tried anything like that again. But this 'Kim' didn't trip any of them!"
Kim reached over to a glass she had on her nightstand and put her finger over the top of the straw, capturing a small amount of soda in it. She then brought it to her nose, and let the liquid run down over her face. "Look Wade - I'm not a clone."
Wade had been looking at the other "Kim." He said, "This must be the 'Kim' who called me early this morning." He poked at her. "Wow...she's like...real."
"Well, this explains the day I've had. Starting with you, all day I've had people telling me I promised them things that I never said. This 'Kim' must have gone to school in my place while I was sick! Are you sure there's no way to tell her from the real me?"
Wade looked the other "Kim" over. "Her skin must be genetically-generated. That would mask cybernetics or other systems from detection." His eyes widened, and he leaned down. "I don't think this is the end of your problems, Kim," he said. "This fell out of her, uhh, its pocket."
He held a black patch up to the screen so Kim could see. It had the number "22" in green letters.
"Ohhhh, grreeaat..." Kim groaned. "This means there are more of them. But how many more??"
"Looks like you get a chance to find out," beamed Wade. "It's a good thing villains are so proud of their work." He then turned the patch over so the back was showing on the screen.
"Drakken Evil Industries, Inc. Taking Over the World, So You Don't Have To"
A low growl escaped from Kim's lips as she read the rest the patch. The last line said - "Made in Cancun, Mexico."
"Wade, you may have a long night ahead of you," she said. "I'm calling Ron. We're going to Mexico on a school night."
"Be careful, Kim," Wade cautioned. "I don't know how strong these things are, or what they can do."
"Oh, I know what they can do," Kim replied. "They can all drop dead. Like the line from the movie - 'there can be only one' - and that's ME."