(ESTABLISHING SHOT: DRAKKEN's Lair)
(Cut to the interior. DRAKKEN is working on a large laser. SHEGO sits at a desk, studying some papers and a computer screen)
DRAKKEN: This is ingenious! My most perfect plan yet! Soon the entire world will be at my mercy! And there's nothing that Kim Possible can do to stop me! (Beat) Well?
SHEGO: Well what?
DRAKKEN: Aren't you going to say anything about my latest scheme?
SHEGO: Nope. Just that it won't work.
DRAKKEN: What?
SHEGO: It won't work.
DRAKKEN: And why, pray tell, won't it work?
SHEGO: Because it's just like all your other plans. It's exactly the same. You build a big machine that you're going to threaten the world with, just like all your other schemes. The ultimate robot warrior, she defeated it. The magma cannon, she defeated it. The robot tick, she defeated it. She's expecting high tech, state-of-the-art technology. What you need to do is throw her a curve ball.
DRAKKEN: A curve ball?
SHEGO: Yeah. Something she's never seen you use before. Something completely different. And, after looking through the computer, I have an answer: voodoo dolls.
DRAKKEN: Voodoo dolls? No, it'll never work.
SHEGO: Why not? It's the perfect plan. Look at it this way. She starts feeling mysterious pains that no doctor will be able to figure out. We'll be able to manipulate her. Besides, voodoo dolls don't give off high energy signatures, like most of your weapons, making it impossible for her to not only link it to us, but to find us at all. See what I'm getting at?
(DRAKKEN thinks for a moment and grows an evil grin)
DRAKKEN: Excellent plan, Shego. How do we begin?
SHEGO: We go to Middleton and get a book on voodoo, then we take it from there. We'll extract our vengeance, and she'll never know what hit her.
(Cut to the Possible House)
(Cut to the interior. KIM walks through the kitchen, where her parents sit)
MR. DR. POSSIBLE: You're home a little late, aren't you young lady?
KIM: Sorry, I got caught up at a job interview.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: A job? You never told us about a job.
KIM: I just found out about it today. I thought it was a good idea so I went for it.
MR. DR. POSSIBLE: That's my girl.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: I'm proud of you, Kimmy. Getting a job on your own shows a lot of responsibility. Where is it?
KIM: Club Banana.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: I see. Well, work hard and don't get distracted.
KIM: Mom, do you really think I'd blow my opportunity with my dream job just for some outfits?
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: I guess not. Just keep your mind on your work.
KIM: I will.
(Cut to KIM's attic bedroom. KIM ascends the stairs and plops herself down on her bed)
KIM: This is too perfect. They understand my saving-the-world thing and are willing to work around it. I can't believe my good luck. The way things are going, I don't think anything can possibly go wrong.
(Cut to the interior. DRAKKEN is working on a large laser. SHEGO sits at a desk, studying some papers and a computer screen)
DRAKKEN: This is ingenious! My most perfect plan yet! Soon the entire world will be at my mercy! And there's nothing that Kim Possible can do to stop me! (Beat) Well?
SHEGO: Well what?
DRAKKEN: Aren't you going to say anything about my latest scheme?
SHEGO: Nope. Just that it won't work.
DRAKKEN: What?
SHEGO: It won't work.
DRAKKEN: And why, pray tell, won't it work?
SHEGO: Because it's just like all your other plans. It's exactly the same. You build a big machine that you're going to threaten the world with, just like all your other schemes. The ultimate robot warrior, she defeated it. The magma cannon, she defeated it. The robot tick, she defeated it. She's expecting high tech, state-of-the-art technology. What you need to do is throw her a curve ball.
DRAKKEN: A curve ball?
SHEGO: Yeah. Something she's never seen you use before. Something completely different. And, after looking through the computer, I have an answer: voodoo dolls.
DRAKKEN: Voodoo dolls? No, it'll never work.
SHEGO: Why not? It's the perfect plan. Look at it this way. She starts feeling mysterious pains that no doctor will be able to figure out. We'll be able to manipulate her. Besides, voodoo dolls don't give off high energy signatures, like most of your weapons, making it impossible for her to not only link it to us, but to find us at all. See what I'm getting at?
(DRAKKEN thinks for a moment and grows an evil grin)
DRAKKEN: Excellent plan, Shego. How do we begin?
SHEGO: We go to Middleton and get a book on voodoo, then we take it from there. We'll extract our vengeance, and she'll never know what hit her.
(Cut to the Possible House)
(Cut to the interior. KIM walks through the kitchen, where her parents sit)
MR. DR. POSSIBLE: You're home a little late, aren't you young lady?
KIM: Sorry, I got caught up at a job interview.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: A job? You never told us about a job.
KIM: I just found out about it today. I thought it was a good idea so I went for it.
MR. DR. POSSIBLE: That's my girl.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: I'm proud of you, Kimmy. Getting a job on your own shows a lot of responsibility. Where is it?
KIM: Club Banana.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: I see. Well, work hard and don't get distracted.
KIM: Mom, do you really think I'd blow my opportunity with my dream job just for some outfits?
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: I guess not. Just keep your mind on your work.
KIM: I will.
(Cut to KIM's attic bedroom. KIM ascends the stairs and plops herself down on her bed)
KIM: This is too perfect. They understand my saving-the-world thing and are willing to work around it. I can't believe my good luck. The way things are going, I don't think anything can possibly go wrong.