Kim, Klim, and Ron arrived in the Philippines and headed towards Drakken's
lair, which was located in a little town on one of the country's little
islands. They broke into his lair and found that Drakken was up to no good
as usual, making bombs and weapons.
"Excuse me Dr. Drakken, I believe that you have to have a permit for those weapons." Kim said as she got into her fighting stance.
"Oh well Kim Possible, you should know that I never follow the rules! Get them boys!!" Drakken yelled and his henchmen ran towards the three. Kim punched out the first two that came and was tackled by the next.
"Kim!" Klim yelled and she ran over and kicked the henchman in the face, releasing Kim from his grasp. Drakken pulled out a silenced gun, but it was kicked away by Ron, then tripped and tied with rope to his chair.
"Okay, Drakken, I'm gonna require some information from you." Kim said as she pulled up a chair and sat down.
"The only information your going to get from me is that you should really choose a new wardrobe, that spy suit is getting really faded." Drakken said as he turned away from them, trying to break free.
Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator and showed it to Drakken, "One call, and you'll be in a maximum security prison for life for illegal construction and selling of weapons. Now all I want to know is who killed my friend, and where they are."
Drakken seeing that he was in a bad position, in order to save his weapon business, told Kim all he knew, "The person your looking for is going to be in Pittsburgh tonight."
"Why would the person be there?" Klim asked.
"DON'T YOU GIRLS EVER PAY ATTENTION TO SPORTS? The Stanley Cup Finals are tonight, Game 7, the president is going to be there, I was supposed to meet him at the game, but it looks like I'm all tied up at the moment." Drakken said.
"What is the name of the assassin?" Kim asked.
"His name is O'Connell, that's all I know." Drakken answered.
Kim put her Kimmunicator away, "Thanks Doctor, now if you'll excuse us, it looks like we've got a flight to catch for Pittsburgh." Kim walked over and took three sets of plane tickets and hockey tickets and walked out with Klim and Ron.
"Hello? Aren't you going to let me free? Kim?! Ron?! THE OTHER ONE THAT LOOKS LIKE KIM POSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET ME GO!!!!!" Drakken yelled.
*Meanwhile in Pittsburgh 12 HOURS BEFORE FACEOFF*
A black car slowly pulled up to the Mellon Arena security check and two guards came out of the station.
"Hello there, can i..." His speech was interrupted by silenced machine gun fire and they were pulled into the car. A few minutes later, two other men got out, dressed in the security officers uniforms and ID tags and waved the black car in and five more others like it. Then after that, a yellow Ferrari pulled into the parking lot and a man dressed in a Armani suit got out and waved to the fake security guards and they went inside the station.
"Mr. O'Connell, where do you want the bombs stored?" a short man in a leather coat asked him as about 25 men got out of the black cars, all dressed in black, and hats so their faces, eye color, and hair color could not be seen.
"Well, Punjob, lets store them in the room we scouted in the basement, and Punjob, we don't want them exploding on us, so be careful."
"Yes sir!" he said as he and the men in all black carried bags of explosives into the arena garage.
"This is gonna be one hell of a hockey match... hahahahahahahahah!!!" O'Connell laughed to himself as he pulled the Ferrari into the garage.
"Excuse me Dr. Drakken, I believe that you have to have a permit for those weapons." Kim said as she got into her fighting stance.
"Oh well Kim Possible, you should know that I never follow the rules! Get them boys!!" Drakken yelled and his henchmen ran towards the three. Kim punched out the first two that came and was tackled by the next.
"Kim!" Klim yelled and she ran over and kicked the henchman in the face, releasing Kim from his grasp. Drakken pulled out a silenced gun, but it was kicked away by Ron, then tripped and tied with rope to his chair.
"Okay, Drakken, I'm gonna require some information from you." Kim said as she pulled up a chair and sat down.
"The only information your going to get from me is that you should really choose a new wardrobe, that spy suit is getting really faded." Drakken said as he turned away from them, trying to break free.
Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator and showed it to Drakken, "One call, and you'll be in a maximum security prison for life for illegal construction and selling of weapons. Now all I want to know is who killed my friend, and where they are."
Drakken seeing that he was in a bad position, in order to save his weapon business, told Kim all he knew, "The person your looking for is going to be in Pittsburgh tonight."
"Why would the person be there?" Klim asked.
"DON'T YOU GIRLS EVER PAY ATTENTION TO SPORTS? The Stanley Cup Finals are tonight, Game 7, the president is going to be there, I was supposed to meet him at the game, but it looks like I'm all tied up at the moment." Drakken said.
"What is the name of the assassin?" Kim asked.
"His name is O'Connell, that's all I know." Drakken answered.
Kim put her Kimmunicator away, "Thanks Doctor, now if you'll excuse us, it looks like we've got a flight to catch for Pittsburgh." Kim walked over and took three sets of plane tickets and hockey tickets and walked out with Klim and Ron.
"Hello? Aren't you going to let me free? Kim?! Ron?! THE OTHER ONE THAT LOOKS LIKE KIM POSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET ME GO!!!!!" Drakken yelled.
*Meanwhile in Pittsburgh 12 HOURS BEFORE FACEOFF*
A black car slowly pulled up to the Mellon Arena security check and two guards came out of the station.
"Hello there, can i..." His speech was interrupted by silenced machine gun fire and they were pulled into the car. A few minutes later, two other men got out, dressed in the security officers uniforms and ID tags and waved the black car in and five more others like it. Then after that, a yellow Ferrari pulled into the parking lot and a man dressed in a Armani suit got out and waved to the fake security guards and they went inside the station.
"Mr. O'Connell, where do you want the bombs stored?" a short man in a leather coat asked him as about 25 men got out of the black cars, all dressed in black, and hats so their faces, eye color, and hair color could not be seen.
"Well, Punjob, lets store them in the room we scouted in the basement, and Punjob, we don't want them exploding on us, so be careful."
"Yes sir!" he said as he and the men in all black carried bags of explosives into the arena garage.
"This is gonna be one hell of a hockey match... hahahahahahahahah!!!" O'Connell laughed to himself as he pulled the Ferrari into the garage.