Kim sighed as she clicked through page after page of useless crap, trying to find at least one helpful tip about the pod people. Ron was lying on the floor, trying to figure out how to do fractions. Rufus was doing what he did best: eating.

"Stupid pop-ups!" Kim muttered through clenched teeth as she clicked the X button with a vengeance.

"Hey, Kim-"Ron said, laying down his pencil. "How do we even know that we'll use this stuff someday? I mean, if I go on to be a garbage man, why would I need fractions?"

"That's your life-long dream?" Kim swiveled around in her chair, staring at Ron with disbelief. "To be a garbage man?"

Ron held up his hands defensively. "I was only using that as an example!" Then he nonchalantly closed the notebook which bore the note: Ron Stoppable: Future Garbage Man and Sidekick to KP.

Kim rolled her eyes, and then gasped. "Ron, I found it!"

"Oh, finally!" Ron said, getting up to lean over her shoulder. Rufus even paused in eating his cheese squares to look as well.

Kim read aloud from the website: "In the movie, Invasion of the Body Snatcher, it started off with alien life forms coming to Earth in the shape of droplets of water that transformed into flowers. Eventually, they matured into odd looking pods. They would cast off a fragrance that would make the person near it fall asleep-much like poppies in The Wizard of Oz- and then the pods would work. They would drain the life force out of the person, and replicate the person almost exactly, but there was only one flaw. The pod people had no emotions whatsoever. Their mission? To take over the world."

Kim looked at Ron. "Well, now we know what their mission is," she said. "Why is it that even with alien life forms, everybody's mission is to take over the world or have at least a little power?" Ron protested.

She smiled. "C'est la vie. Now-where to start?" "How about with some more cheese squares for Rufus and popcorn for us?" Ron suggested.

"Sounds good. Keep working on the fractions, and I'll be right back." Kim clattered down the stairs to where her dad was working in the kitchen. A bouquet of flowers sat in a vase.

"Hey, Dad!" Kim said as she opened a bag of popcorn. "Where's Mom?"

"Oh, she's taking a nap," he answered, sniffing the flowers delicately. "Don't these smell good?" "Mm-hmm," Kim replied, then froze, and smelled them.

The fragrance was almost intoxicating...it made her feel very tired all of a sudden...then she realized. "Dad!" she shouted. "Throw the flowers out!"

Startled, Dr. Possible did as she said. "What's wrong, Kimmie?" he asked with concern. "Something wrong?"

Her heart in her throat, Kim raced to her mom's room. "Mom?" she asked into the darkness of the room.

Her mother emerged from the darkness and smiled. "Hello, Kim. Anything wrong?" Kim gazed into her parent's bedroom and gasped inwardly.

An empty pod sat on the floor-with a pile of her mother's favorite scarves next to it.