(ESTABLISHING SHOT: The POSSIBLE House, the next day)
(Cut to the interior. KIM sits at the kitchen table, eating some lunch. She looks around)
KIM: He's right... it is laidback... when you don't have to go on a mission.
(MRS. DR. POSSIBLE enters, carrying the mail)
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: Kimmie, there's a letter for you.
KIM: A letter?
(KIM takes a letter from MRS. DR. POSSIBLE and opens it)
KIM: What the?
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: What is it, honey?
KIM: It's a check, from Club Banana.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: Uh huh.
KIM: Well I'm curious as to why I'm getting a check from them.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: You worked there, didn't you?
(Beat)
KIM: Oh, that's right. Can't believe I forgot about that.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: I don't blame you... it was a while ago and you have done a lot since then.
KIM: Good point.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: How much did you get?
KIM: (Looks at check) Sixty-one dollars and eighty-one cents.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: Your very second paycheck, I'm so proud.
KIM: Yeah and this one is much better than the first.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: Bueno Nacho didn't pay well?
KIM: Short-term working relationship.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: Fired?
KIM: Quit, actually.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: Oh yeah, I remember that. Your fight with Ron.
(An explosion is heard OC)
JIM: (OC) We didn't do it!
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: sigh I'd take away all their materials but they're very resourceful.
(MRS. DR. POSSIBLE walks off. KIM takes out her Kimmunicator)
KIM: Wade, you there?
WADE: Am I ever not?
KIM: Good point. Can you do me a favor?
WADE: Sure, what'dya need?
KIM: Get a hold of Ron when he gets back from Temple and tell him to meet me in front of the National Bank.
WADE: Okay, no problem.
KIM: You techno-rock, Wade.
(KIM puts the Kimmunicator away)
TIM: (OC) Hey, why are you so angry? You always wanted a sky-light, right?
(Beat)
KIM: I don't want to know.
(KIM gets up)
(Cut to the front of the National Bank of Middleton. KIM stands out front. RON runs up, out of breath)
RON: I got here as fast as I could, Kim, what's the sitch?
KIM: Depositing a check.
RON: A check? What a check? What is it, birthday money?
KIM: Club Banana salary.
RON: Club Banana salary? (Beat, thinks) Oh yeah, the cursed job.
KIM: The job wasn't cursed. It was voodoo.
RON: Curses, voodoo, same deal, they're both a major pain in the posterior.
KIM: Literally.
RON: So how much does that puppy set you forward?
KIM: Sixty-one eighty-one.
RON: whistles That's a lot of Bueno Nacho naco combo platters.
KIM: So not. I'm putting this in my bank account.
RON: You're banking it? Why not spend it?
KIM: Because I could save it and have a lot of money.
RON: So you could get more naco combo platters than normal.
KIM: Yeah, whatever.
(RON opens the door and holds it for KIM)
RON: After you.
(KIM walks through)
(Cut to Florida, a movie theatre)
(Cut to the ticket window, where sits CHRISTIE ROAD, reading her hypnosis book under the counter)
CHRISTIE: Thank God for hypnosis, otherwise I would never have gotten this job. I swear one little arrest and suddenly everyone treats you like a leper.
(A girl {ELIZABETH} approaches)
ELIZABETH: One for See Brisket.
(CHRISTIE pushes a button and a ticket pops up. ELIZABETH gives her some money, takes her ticket and walks off)
CHRISTIE: Enjoy the flick, blah, blah, blah.
(The same GUY who hit on CHRISTIE in "Christie" approaches the window)
GUY: Hello.
CHRISTIE: You again?
GUY: Yup.
CHRISTIE: Just tell me what you want to see.
GUY: You and me on a date.
CHRISTIE: Tell me what movie you want to see!
GUY: What do you recommend? I'll listen to whatever you say.
CHRISTIE: More than you know.
(CHRISTIE whips out her gold watch. The GUY goes into a trance)
CHRISTIE: Okay, listen closely: you are getting on my nerves. You are going to buy a ticket and go see . Then you will leave, got it?
GUY: (Hypnotized) Yes, mistress.
CHRISTIE: That'll be four seventy-five... (Beat, thinks and grins) no, I'm sorry, make that twenty dollars.
(GUY forks over a twenty. CHRISTIE pushes a button and hands him his ticket. He walks off, still dazed. CHRISTIE looks at the extra money and pockets it. She then looks at her watch and OC at the GUY)
CHRISTIE: It's so easy... and it is so perfect.
(CHRISTIE smiles, a plan forming)
(Cut to National Bank of Middleton. KIM and RON walk out)
RON: I still say you should have spent it.
KIM: Wasn't it you who told me not to go on a shopping spree when my parents left me their credit card?
RON: That was different- that was your parents' money, this is yours! You worked long hard hours for that cash you might as well have some fun with it.
KIM: Believe it or not, I like saving my money.
RON: But you like shopping, too.
KIM: Thus is the beauty of having a job- you can do both. (Beat) Do you miss working?
RON: Kinda, why?
(Pause)
RON: Oh no, no, no way.
KIM: Come on, Ron, wouldn't it be fun to be working again?
RON: No.
KIM: Sure it would.
RON: No it wouldn't, I'd probably wind up being really good at whatever we're doing, you'll feel jealous, we'll fight and then we'll wind up making up again but only after we've both lost our jobs!
KIM: Technically we didn't lose our jobs, we both quit.
RON: Not the point.
KIM: Think about it this way, Ron. Think about how many naco combo platters you'd be able to buy if you had a job.
(Pause)
RON: What're we waiting for?! Let's job-hunt!
KIM: I knew you'd see it my way.
(KIM and RON walk off)
(Cut to the interior. KIM sits at the kitchen table, eating some lunch. She looks around)
KIM: He's right... it is laidback... when you don't have to go on a mission.
(MRS. DR. POSSIBLE enters, carrying the mail)
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: Kimmie, there's a letter for you.
KIM: A letter?
(KIM takes a letter from MRS. DR. POSSIBLE and opens it)
KIM: What the?
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: What is it, honey?
KIM: It's a check, from Club Banana.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: Uh huh.
KIM: Well I'm curious as to why I'm getting a check from them.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: You worked there, didn't you?
(Beat)
KIM: Oh, that's right. Can't believe I forgot about that.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: I don't blame you... it was a while ago and you have done a lot since then.
KIM: Good point.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: How much did you get?
KIM: (Looks at check) Sixty-one dollars and eighty-one cents.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: Your very second paycheck, I'm so proud.
KIM: Yeah and this one is much better than the first.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: Bueno Nacho didn't pay well?
KIM: Short-term working relationship.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: Fired?
KIM: Quit, actually.
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: Oh yeah, I remember that. Your fight with Ron.
(An explosion is heard OC)
JIM: (OC) We didn't do it!
MRS. DR. POSSIBLE: sigh I'd take away all their materials but they're very resourceful.
(MRS. DR. POSSIBLE walks off. KIM takes out her Kimmunicator)
KIM: Wade, you there?
WADE: Am I ever not?
KIM: Good point. Can you do me a favor?
WADE: Sure, what'dya need?
KIM: Get a hold of Ron when he gets back from Temple and tell him to meet me in front of the National Bank.
WADE: Okay, no problem.
KIM: You techno-rock, Wade.
(KIM puts the Kimmunicator away)
TIM: (OC) Hey, why are you so angry? You always wanted a sky-light, right?
(Beat)
KIM: I don't want to know.
(KIM gets up)
(Cut to the front of the National Bank of Middleton. KIM stands out front. RON runs up, out of breath)
RON: I got here as fast as I could, Kim, what's the sitch?
KIM: Depositing a check.
RON: A check? What a check? What is it, birthday money?
KIM: Club Banana salary.
RON: Club Banana salary? (Beat, thinks) Oh yeah, the cursed job.
KIM: The job wasn't cursed. It was voodoo.
RON: Curses, voodoo, same deal, they're both a major pain in the posterior.
KIM: Literally.
RON: So how much does that puppy set you forward?
KIM: Sixty-one eighty-one.
RON: whistles That's a lot of Bueno Nacho naco combo platters.
KIM: So not. I'm putting this in my bank account.
RON: You're banking it? Why not spend it?
KIM: Because I could save it and have a lot of money.
RON: So you could get more naco combo platters than normal.
KIM: Yeah, whatever.
(RON opens the door and holds it for KIM)
RON: After you.
(KIM walks through)
(Cut to Florida, a movie theatre)
(Cut to the ticket window, where sits CHRISTIE ROAD, reading her hypnosis book under the counter)
CHRISTIE: Thank God for hypnosis, otherwise I would never have gotten this job. I swear one little arrest and suddenly everyone treats you like a leper.
(A girl {ELIZABETH} approaches)
ELIZABETH: One for See Brisket.
(CHRISTIE pushes a button and a ticket pops up. ELIZABETH gives her some money, takes her ticket and walks off)
CHRISTIE: Enjoy the flick, blah, blah, blah.
(The same GUY who hit on CHRISTIE in "Christie" approaches the window)
GUY: Hello.
CHRISTIE: You again?
GUY: Yup.
CHRISTIE: Just tell me what you want to see.
GUY: You and me on a date.
CHRISTIE: Tell me what movie you want to see!
GUY: What do you recommend? I'll listen to whatever you say.
CHRISTIE: More than you know.
(CHRISTIE whips out her gold watch. The GUY goes into a trance)
CHRISTIE: Okay, listen closely: you are getting on my nerves. You are going to buy a ticket and go see . Then you will leave, got it?
GUY: (Hypnotized) Yes, mistress.
CHRISTIE: That'll be four seventy-five... (Beat, thinks and grins) no, I'm sorry, make that twenty dollars.
(GUY forks over a twenty. CHRISTIE pushes a button and hands him his ticket. He walks off, still dazed. CHRISTIE looks at the extra money and pockets it. She then looks at her watch and OC at the GUY)
CHRISTIE: It's so easy... and it is so perfect.
(CHRISTIE smiles, a plan forming)
(Cut to National Bank of Middleton. KIM and RON walk out)
RON: I still say you should have spent it.
KIM: Wasn't it you who told me not to go on a shopping spree when my parents left me their credit card?
RON: That was different- that was your parents' money, this is yours! You worked long hard hours for that cash you might as well have some fun with it.
KIM: Believe it or not, I like saving my money.
RON: But you like shopping, too.
KIM: Thus is the beauty of having a job- you can do both. (Beat) Do you miss working?
RON: Kinda, why?
(Pause)
RON: Oh no, no, no way.
KIM: Come on, Ron, wouldn't it be fun to be working again?
RON: No.
KIM: Sure it would.
RON: No it wouldn't, I'd probably wind up being really good at whatever we're doing, you'll feel jealous, we'll fight and then we'll wind up making up again but only after we've both lost our jobs!
KIM: Technically we didn't lose our jobs, we both quit.
RON: Not the point.
KIM: Think about it this way, Ron. Think about how many naco combo platters you'd be able to buy if you had a job.
(Pause)
RON: What're we waiting for?! Let's job-hunt!
KIM: I knew you'd see it my way.
(KIM and RON walk off)