(ESTABLISHING SHOT: The POSSIBLE house)

(Cut to the interior, KIM'S attic bedroom. KIM sits on her bed, trying to read. RON butchers some more chords on his guitar. KIM cringes with each distorted note)

KIM: What are you doing?

RON: Working on my guitar.

KIM: Could you. tune it first?

RON: It is tuned.

KIM: Who tuned it?

RON: Your brothers.

KIM: Of course they did.

(RON butchers another chord. KIM cringes. The Kimmunicator beeps)

KIM: Wade! Whatcha got?

(RON kills another chord)

WADE: What's Ron got against you?

KIM: Nothing, he's practicing guitar.

WADE: No, he's destroying it.

KIM: Ron! Can you be quiet for a minute?

RON: Sorry.

KIM: So what's the sitch?

WADE: There are some scientists in Chicago who think they're being followed.

KIM: Stalker, huh? Got a description?

WADE: A woman wearing green and black.

RON: Shego?

KIM: Probably.

WADE: I'll set you up with a ride.

KIM: Thanks.

(KIM puts the Kimmunicator back in her pants)

RON: (Strums, sings) Wade gave us an assignment. it's our job. We battle freaks. and win those fights. We. nah. (Strums, sings) Bad guys we're gonna take you down/run your plan right into the ground... nah. (Strums, sings) I'm ready for you/are you ready for me...

(KIM puts her hands on the strings, muting the guitar)

KIM: Yeah, let's not and say we did.

RON: Come on! That could be our theme song. Every good crime fighter has a theme song. Batman, Spider-man...

KIM: Ron, they weren't real crime fighters.

RON: So? A theme song would still be cool.

KIM: Trust me, we do not need a theme song.

RON: Okay, okay. (Beat) If you could get an established band or songwriter to do one for you, would you use that?

KIM: (sigh) Just come on.

(KIM leaves)

RON: Come on! What about "Espionage"? That's a cool song!

(RON follows)