(ESTABLISHING SHOT: Middleton Multiplex)

(Cut to the interior- personnel office. RON sits at a desk talking to the INTERVIEWER)

INTERVIEWER: Okay, Mr. Stoppable, I understand you'd like to work here.

RON: Yeah, that's right. I love the movies so I figured the best place to work would be the movie theatre.

INTERVIEWER: What experiences do you have with movie theatres?

RON: Well, I go to a lot of movies... and I eat a lot of concession stand food.

INTERVIEWER: I see. There's no popcorn quite like the concession stand popcorn, is there?

RON: None that even come close.

INTERVIEWER: The secret is the butter.

RON: I knew it.

INTERVIEWER: Anyway, it's clear you've had a lot of experience in the foreground field of movies, but have you had any technical experience?

RON: Like?

INTERVIEWER: Like running a projector. We need someone who can work a projector.

RON: Um, no, but, hey, you know, how hard could it be?

INTERVIEWER: Very difficult, actually.

RON: Really?

INTERVIEWER: Of course, because you'd be working all the projectors.

RON: But, but there's over twenty screens!

INTERVIEWER: Right, so you'd be pretty busy. You start one reel, take another reel off, check some other reels to make sure they're running smoothly, play commercials on one or two other screens... it's a complicated job.

RON: I know I can do it, sir! I've worked with Kim Possible. If she can do anything, I can do anything.

INTERVIEWER: That's the kind of attitude we like here at the Middleton Multiplex. You start immediately.

RON: I won't let you down!

(Cut to a time card, it reads "Five Minutes Later")

(Cut to the exterior of the Middleton Multiplex. RON is thrown out, several reels of film wrapped around him)

RON: What? It was an accident! Come on, anyone could have jammed a projector by dropping an M&M into it! Don't blame me! Blame the M&M Company for making their product bigger than normal! (Beat) You know, Rufus could probably fix those projectors.

(RUFUS pops out of his pocket)

RUFUS: Yeah!

RON: How about a second chance? I can be more coordinated, I swear! I'm sure you've had a lot of employees wreck all the projectors by tripping over the plugs! (Beat) Hello? Hello?

(RUFUS shrugs)

RUFUS: Hmmm. No dice.

RON: Onward, I guess.

(RON walks off)

(Cut to the Middleton Mall)

(Cut to the interior, Club Banana. KIM walks through the entrance)

KIM: Home sweet home.

MONIQUE: (OC) Kim!

(MONIQUE rushes forward)

MONIQUE: What's up, girl? Come to shop?

KIM: Hey, Monique. No, actually. I was kind of wondering if you still happened to have a job opening.

MONIQUE: Oh, sorry, Kim, I wish you had come in a few minutes earlier, position's just been grabbed.

KIM: Awe, man, by whom?

(BONNIE walks forward)

BONNIE: Monique, I've finished stacking the khakis according to size, Monique, what else do you want me to do? Oh, hey, Kim, can I help you with something?

(BONNIE grins)

KIM: (To herself) Really should have seen that coming. (To BONNIE) No thanks, Bonnie, just dropping in to say hi to Monique.

BONNIE: I see. Smarty Mart is much more within your budget, isn't it?

(BONNIE walks off)

MONIQUE: I'm sorry, Kim.

KIM: Eh, it's no big. I couldn't expect you to hold a job for me forever.

MONIQUE: I knew you'd understand.

KIM: (Of BONNIE) Work her hard.

MONIQUE: Girl, I'm gonna make her earn that paycheck.

KIM: I'm sure you will. Later.

MONIQUE: Later.

(KIM leaves)

(Cut to the Florida Movie Theatre)

(Cut to the interior, the employee's lounge. EMPLOYEES 1 & 2 are handing money to CHRISTIE ROAD)

EMPLOYEE 1: I can't believe it, I just can't believe it.

CHRISTIE: Believe it. Fifty bucks from both of you... (Sniffs the bills) "I love the smell of commerce in the morning!"

(EMPLOYEE 2 looks at his watch)

EMPLOYEE 2: What're you talking about, morning, it's 5:30.]

EMPLOYEE 1: It's a quote.

EMPLOYEE 2: Oh.

CHRISTIE: None too bright, are you?

EMPLOYEE 2: Just get out of here, it's your shift.

CHRISTIE: Farewell, gentlemen!

(CHRISTIE walks out a door)

EMPLOYEE 1: I don't get it, I just don't get it.

EMPLOYEE 2: Something's got to be up.

(Cut to the exterior, CHRISTIE steps into the ticket booth. She turns on a light. A CUSTOMER approaches)

CUSTOMER: One for Marred Attack.

CHRISTIE: Marred Attack? Please... that movie stinks.

CUSTOMER: Yeah?

CHRISITE: Oh yeah.

CUSTOMER: Well what do you recommend?

(CHRISTIE takes out her watch. The CUSTOMER goes into a trance)

CHRISTIE: You will see Cashiers and the movie is twenty bucks.

(The CUSTOMER forks over twenty bucks and goes into the theatre. CHRISTIE chuckles)

VOICE: (OC) Very entertaining.

(CHRSTIE freezes)

CHRISTIE: My spider senses tell me I'm in trouble.