(ESTABLISHING SHOT: The Stoppable House- a few hours later. Several
SCIENTISTS look around the house. RON and KIM talk to a SCIENTIST. Two
other scientists load the box into a truck)
SCIENTIST: Thank you, Ron Stoppable, for keeping this project out of the hands of that villain.
RON: Eh, it was nothing. Just cost me my house, no big. (Beat) Which you are going to fix up for me, right?
SCIENTIST: Oh, naturally. Of course, you'll have to find your own housing.
RON: Hmmm. Where can I go? (Beat, to KIM) Think Bueno Nacho would let me sleep under the counter?
KIM: Probably not, but I have a better idea anyway. You want to stay with us?
RON: Gravy.
KIM: (To SCIENTIST) And you'll take care of the project?
SCIENTIST: Naturally. We're shipping it off to a top secret location right now. The doors to the truck and shut)
(Cut to the inside of the truck. The tracking device on the truck begins to flash on and off again)
(Cut to the Possible house)
(Cut to the interior- KIM'S attic bedroom. RON lays out a sleeping bag. KIM stands with him)
RON: Thanks for letting me stay here, Kim.
KIM: It's no big.
(RON opens a suitcase and takes out a guitar)
RON: That's odd, I don't remember packing this.
KIM: You play guitar?
RON: Well, if you mean play it well then no. If you mean picked it up a few times and played a few horribly distorted chords, then yes. Yes I do play guitar.
KIM: Oh come on, you can't be that bad.
(RON strums an incredibly butchered A chord. KIM cringes. RON goes to strum another chord, but KIM stops him)
KIM: Then again maybe you can.
(Cut to a highway; the truck from before. It drives down the highway)
(Cut to the interior. The box is there. The tracking device attached by SHEGO is dormant for a moment. It begins to blink on and off)
(Cut to Smarty Mart)
(Cut to the interior. SHEGO is trying on a black boot)
SHEGO: Wow- perfect fit. And only two dollars for pair of them!
(The tracker on her belt starts blinking. SHEGO notices)
SHEGO: About time.
(SHEGO takes the boots off, puts her own on and runs out of the store)
(Cut to the exterior of the store. SHEGO runs out and into the street. She steps out into the middle of the street, stopping a red Cadillac convertible)
SHEGO: Yeah, hi, kinda need this.
(SHEGO yanks the driver out of the car, hops in and peels off down the road)
(Cut to the POSSIBLE house)
(Cut to the interior, the kitchen. RON is digging in the refrigerator. KIM stands behind him)
KIM: So why did your family leave again?
RON: I don't know. some business meeting or something. Got any mustard?
KIM: Yeah, on the third shelf.
(Beat)
RON: Got it.
(RON turns around, arms full of various foods, everything from pastrami and turkey to meatloaf and cheese. He walks over to the counter and lays it all out. He takes some bread slices and starts piling slices of food onto it)
RON: Hmmm? (Beat) Got any nachos?
KIM: No.
RON: You sure?
KIM: Positive.
RON: You really sure?
KIM: Really sure.
RON: Really, really, really.
KIM: Ron! We have no nachos!
RON: Fine.
(RON squirts some mustard on top of it and picks it up and eats it)
RON: Man that was good. So when's dinner?
KIM: In a few hours.
RON: What're we having?
KIM: Pork chops.
RON: Oh, yeah, problem. Kinda can't have that, you know, with the whole Jewish thing.
KIM: Oh. I'm sure my dad can make you something.
RON: Eh, no big. I'll rummage through your leftovers.
KIM: You sure?
RON: Yeah. No big, really. (Beat) Can we pick up some nachos from the store?
KIM: Sure.
(Cut to a highway. The red Cadillac stolen by SHEGO shoots down the road. Top down)
(Cut to the interior of the car. SHEGO'S hair blows around in the wind. She checks the device)
(Cut to the device. It beeps, showing the location)
(Cut to SHEGO)
SHEGO: Perfect.
(SHEGO shifts into second gear)
(Cut to a long shot. The car rockets down the road into the distance. She passes a sign that reads "MIDDLETON AIRPORT")
SCIENTIST: Thank you, Ron Stoppable, for keeping this project out of the hands of that villain.
RON: Eh, it was nothing. Just cost me my house, no big. (Beat) Which you are going to fix up for me, right?
SCIENTIST: Oh, naturally. Of course, you'll have to find your own housing.
RON: Hmmm. Where can I go? (Beat, to KIM) Think Bueno Nacho would let me sleep under the counter?
KIM: Probably not, but I have a better idea anyway. You want to stay with us?
RON: Gravy.
KIM: (To SCIENTIST) And you'll take care of the project?
SCIENTIST: Naturally. We're shipping it off to a top secret location right now. The doors to the truck and shut)
(Cut to the inside of the truck. The tracking device on the truck begins to flash on and off again)
(Cut to the Possible house)
(Cut to the interior- KIM'S attic bedroom. RON lays out a sleeping bag. KIM stands with him)
RON: Thanks for letting me stay here, Kim.
KIM: It's no big.
(RON opens a suitcase and takes out a guitar)
RON: That's odd, I don't remember packing this.
KIM: You play guitar?
RON: Well, if you mean play it well then no. If you mean picked it up a few times and played a few horribly distorted chords, then yes. Yes I do play guitar.
KIM: Oh come on, you can't be that bad.
(RON strums an incredibly butchered A chord. KIM cringes. RON goes to strum another chord, but KIM stops him)
KIM: Then again maybe you can.
(Cut to a highway; the truck from before. It drives down the highway)
(Cut to the interior. The box is there. The tracking device attached by SHEGO is dormant for a moment. It begins to blink on and off)
(Cut to Smarty Mart)
(Cut to the interior. SHEGO is trying on a black boot)
SHEGO: Wow- perfect fit. And only two dollars for pair of them!
(The tracker on her belt starts blinking. SHEGO notices)
SHEGO: About time.
(SHEGO takes the boots off, puts her own on and runs out of the store)
(Cut to the exterior of the store. SHEGO runs out and into the street. She steps out into the middle of the street, stopping a red Cadillac convertible)
SHEGO: Yeah, hi, kinda need this.
(SHEGO yanks the driver out of the car, hops in and peels off down the road)
(Cut to the POSSIBLE house)
(Cut to the interior, the kitchen. RON is digging in the refrigerator. KIM stands behind him)
KIM: So why did your family leave again?
RON: I don't know. some business meeting or something. Got any mustard?
KIM: Yeah, on the third shelf.
(Beat)
RON: Got it.
(RON turns around, arms full of various foods, everything from pastrami and turkey to meatloaf and cheese. He walks over to the counter and lays it all out. He takes some bread slices and starts piling slices of food onto it)
RON: Hmmm? (Beat) Got any nachos?
KIM: No.
RON: You sure?
KIM: Positive.
RON: You really sure?
KIM: Really sure.
RON: Really, really, really.
KIM: Ron! We have no nachos!
RON: Fine.
(RON squirts some mustard on top of it and picks it up and eats it)
RON: Man that was good. So when's dinner?
KIM: In a few hours.
RON: What're we having?
KIM: Pork chops.
RON: Oh, yeah, problem. Kinda can't have that, you know, with the whole Jewish thing.
KIM: Oh. I'm sure my dad can make you something.
RON: Eh, no big. I'll rummage through your leftovers.
KIM: You sure?
RON: Yeah. No big, really. (Beat) Can we pick up some nachos from the store?
KIM: Sure.
(Cut to a highway. The red Cadillac stolen by SHEGO shoots down the road. Top down)
(Cut to the interior of the car. SHEGO'S hair blows around in the wind. She checks the device)
(Cut to the device. It beeps, showing the location)
(Cut to SHEGO)
SHEGO: Perfect.
(SHEGO shifts into second gear)
(Cut to a long shot. The car rockets down the road into the distance. She passes a sign that reads "MIDDLETON AIRPORT")
