(ESTABLISHING SHOT: The Middleton Airport. A plane sits on the runway,
waiting for clearance)
(Cut to the interior of the plane. KIM and RON sit in first class, talking to a STEWARDESS)
RON: First class. Gravy! Look at all the leg room!
(RUFUS pops out of his pocket)
RUFUS: Woo! Hoo! First class!
KIM: These seats are great. Thank the airline for me.
STEWARDESS: Oh, Kim, it's the least we could do after you landed the plane safely when the pilot got sick.
KIM: Oh anyone could learn how to pilot a 747 in fifteen minutes.
STEWARDESS: I have to go do the safety speech. Enjoy your flight.
(STEWARDESS leaves)
RON: So, did Wade get a lock on Lucre?
KIM: Very vague. We'll get a better reading in Philadelphia.
STEWARDESS VOICE: (OC) In the event of a loss of cabin pressure, oxygen masks will fall from the ceiling. Stop screaming, take the oxygen mask and breathe normally.*
RON: That's reassuring.
STEWARDESS VOICE: (OC) Also, in the event of a loss of electrical power, small white lights will appear on the floor, guiding you towards the exits.
RON: Or they could get you to help them again.
KIM: Yeah. That would be much better than jumping.
RON: We were lucky, we had jetpacks.
STEWARDESS VOICE: Thank you, and enjoy your flight to Philadelphia. Our in- flight movie is The Fugitive.
RON: Alright!
(Cut to a black screen with a message)
MESSAGE: One plane ride later.
(Cut to the airport terminal. KIM and RON walk off the plane and into the terminal. RON looks depressed)
RON: I can't believe it!
KIM: Ron, it's no big deal.
RON: It was only five minutes longer! They could have shown us the last five minutes!**
KIM: Oh get over it.
(KIM pulls out her Kimmunicator)
KIM: Wade, have you got a lock on Lucre?
WADE: You bet. Care to guess?
KIM: Storage room of Smarty-Mart?
WADE: Yup. But there's something weird.
KIM: How weird?
WADE: I'm picking up a huge energy reading from there. Like one of Drakken's lairs or something.
KIM: Are you sure?
WADE: Positive. My scanners don't lie.
KIM: That is weird. I guess we'll find out in a little bit. Thanks, Wade.
(KIM turns off the Kimmunicator and pockets it)
(Cut to Smarty-Mart)
(Cut to the interior. KIM and RON walk in. KIM wears a baseball hat and sunglasses)
RON: Discountaphobe.
KIM: Oh be quiet. Now, here's the plan. You go to the manager's office and ask how we can get into the backroom. I'll stay here and try not to be seen.
RON: Gotcha.
(RON walks off. KIM eyes the shelves and takes her parents' credit card out of her pocket)
KIM: Why did I take this?
(KIM eyes the shelves again)
(Suddenly, a little DEVIL KIM appears on KIM's left shoulder)
DEVIL KIM: Go ahead. You've earned it. You've worked hard all week. Besides, look at these prices. There's no way your parents would notice any sums like that missing.
(KIM grins and starts for the shelves)
(Suddenly, a little ANGEL KIM appears on KIM's right shoulder)
ANGEL KIM: Hold it.
DEVIL KIM: Well, well, well. It's you. Sorry, girl, but nobody's worn togas since Rome fell.
ANGEL KIM: This is coming to us from a fashion "don't" in a red jump suit?
DEVIL KIM: You want a piece of me?
KIM: I'm confused.
ANGEL KIM: Okay, okay. Back up. Now I know you weren't going to buy stuff with your parents' credit card.
DEVIL KIM: Why shouldn't she? She's worked hard. It's a reward. (To KIM) Go for it.
ANGEL KIM: (To KIM) Don't even think about it. Think of your parents, and how disappointed they'll be.
DEVIL KIM: Your parents left you their credit card. You think they didn't intend for you to use it once and a while?
ANGEL KIM: For emergencies!
DEVIL KIM: Emergencies, shmergencies. Go ahead, let the plastic fly.
ANGEL KIM: Okay, if you're not going to consider your parents, at least consider yourself. If you're going to go on a shopping spree, at least have some dignity.
DEVIL KIM: What do you mean?
ANGEL KIM: Well this is Smarty-Mart.
DEVIL KIM: Smarty-Mart? Don't even kid me.
ANGEL KIM: I wouldn't.
(DEVIL KIM hits KIM with her pitchfork)
DEVIL KIM: What's wrong with you? If your going to dishonor the 'rents at least do it at a brand name store.
ANGEL KIM: I know. (To DEVIL) You know, with the right accessories, you could pull that "red" look off.
DEVIL KIM: Really?
ANGEL KIM: Yeah. Want to be saved?
DEVIL KIM: Lead the way.
(The ANGEL KIM and DEVIL KIM disappear)
KIM: Ooookay. That was bizarre.
(KIM pockets the credit card. RON returns)
RON: Manager gave me a key.
KIM: Cool. Let's go.
(KIM and RON go to the back of the store)
(Cut to the interior of the plane. KIM and RON sit in first class, talking to a STEWARDESS)
RON: First class. Gravy! Look at all the leg room!
(RUFUS pops out of his pocket)
RUFUS: Woo! Hoo! First class!
KIM: These seats are great. Thank the airline for me.
STEWARDESS: Oh, Kim, it's the least we could do after you landed the plane safely when the pilot got sick.
KIM: Oh anyone could learn how to pilot a 747 in fifteen minutes.
STEWARDESS: I have to go do the safety speech. Enjoy your flight.
(STEWARDESS leaves)
RON: So, did Wade get a lock on Lucre?
KIM: Very vague. We'll get a better reading in Philadelphia.
STEWARDESS VOICE: (OC) In the event of a loss of cabin pressure, oxygen masks will fall from the ceiling. Stop screaming, take the oxygen mask and breathe normally.*
RON: That's reassuring.
STEWARDESS VOICE: (OC) Also, in the event of a loss of electrical power, small white lights will appear on the floor, guiding you towards the exits.
RON: Or they could get you to help them again.
KIM: Yeah. That would be much better than jumping.
RON: We were lucky, we had jetpacks.
STEWARDESS VOICE: Thank you, and enjoy your flight to Philadelphia. Our in- flight movie is The Fugitive.
RON: Alright!
(Cut to a black screen with a message)
MESSAGE: One plane ride later.
(Cut to the airport terminal. KIM and RON walk off the plane and into the terminal. RON looks depressed)
RON: I can't believe it!
KIM: Ron, it's no big deal.
RON: It was only five minutes longer! They could have shown us the last five minutes!**
KIM: Oh get over it.
(KIM pulls out her Kimmunicator)
KIM: Wade, have you got a lock on Lucre?
WADE: You bet. Care to guess?
KIM: Storage room of Smarty-Mart?
WADE: Yup. But there's something weird.
KIM: How weird?
WADE: I'm picking up a huge energy reading from there. Like one of Drakken's lairs or something.
KIM: Are you sure?
WADE: Positive. My scanners don't lie.
KIM: That is weird. I guess we'll find out in a little bit. Thanks, Wade.
(KIM turns off the Kimmunicator and pockets it)
(Cut to Smarty-Mart)
(Cut to the interior. KIM and RON walk in. KIM wears a baseball hat and sunglasses)
RON: Discountaphobe.
KIM: Oh be quiet. Now, here's the plan. You go to the manager's office and ask how we can get into the backroom. I'll stay here and try not to be seen.
RON: Gotcha.
(RON walks off. KIM eyes the shelves and takes her parents' credit card out of her pocket)
KIM: Why did I take this?
(KIM eyes the shelves again)
(Suddenly, a little DEVIL KIM appears on KIM's left shoulder)
DEVIL KIM: Go ahead. You've earned it. You've worked hard all week. Besides, look at these prices. There's no way your parents would notice any sums like that missing.
(KIM grins and starts for the shelves)
(Suddenly, a little ANGEL KIM appears on KIM's right shoulder)
ANGEL KIM: Hold it.
DEVIL KIM: Well, well, well. It's you. Sorry, girl, but nobody's worn togas since Rome fell.
ANGEL KIM: This is coming to us from a fashion "don't" in a red jump suit?
DEVIL KIM: You want a piece of me?
KIM: I'm confused.
ANGEL KIM: Okay, okay. Back up. Now I know you weren't going to buy stuff with your parents' credit card.
DEVIL KIM: Why shouldn't she? She's worked hard. It's a reward. (To KIM) Go for it.
ANGEL KIM: (To KIM) Don't even think about it. Think of your parents, and how disappointed they'll be.
DEVIL KIM: Your parents left you their credit card. You think they didn't intend for you to use it once and a while?
ANGEL KIM: For emergencies!
DEVIL KIM: Emergencies, shmergencies. Go ahead, let the plastic fly.
ANGEL KIM: Okay, if you're not going to consider your parents, at least consider yourself. If you're going to go on a shopping spree, at least have some dignity.
DEVIL KIM: What do you mean?
ANGEL KIM: Well this is Smarty-Mart.
DEVIL KIM: Smarty-Mart? Don't even kid me.
ANGEL KIM: I wouldn't.
(DEVIL KIM hits KIM with her pitchfork)
DEVIL KIM: What's wrong with you? If your going to dishonor the 'rents at least do it at a brand name store.
ANGEL KIM: I know. (To DEVIL) You know, with the right accessories, you could pull that "red" look off.
DEVIL KIM: Really?
ANGEL KIM: Yeah. Want to be saved?
DEVIL KIM: Lead the way.
(The ANGEL KIM and DEVIL KIM disappear)
KIM: Ooookay. That was bizarre.
(KIM pockets the credit card. RON returns)
RON: Manager gave me a key.
KIM: Cool. Let's go.
(KIM and RON go to the back of the store)