(ESTABLISHING SHOT: Smarty-Mart)
(Cut to the interior. KIM and RON walk down a hallway. The approach a door which reads: "Storage")
RON: Here it is, storage. This is where they keep the meat that hasn't expired yet.
KIM: Great. Okay, we'll go in, stop him real quick and get out. Piece of cake.
RON: Pastries, aisle five.
KIM: Whatever. On three we go in. One...two...three!
(KIM and RON burst through the door and find themselves in a darkened room)
FRUGAL: (OC) Well, well, well.
(A small desk lamp is turned on, revealing FRUGAL LUCRE, sitting at a desk)
FRUGAL: So nice of you to join me.
KIM: Okay, Lucre. Give it up. You saw what we did to you last time. You and your virus invested cans don't stand a chance.
FRUGAL: Ah, yes, my older plans. Yes, those pitiful plans are far behind me. Those are from the days when I couldn't afford a good plan. But that has all changed.
KIM: Has it?
FRUGAL: Indeed. You see, I came into some money since you last saw me. I decided to make some investments and now I am fully equipped to make a threat which the world will not underestimate.
RON: Which would be?
FRUGAL: A new kind of E-mail, which carries with it a code. When the E-mail arrives at its destination it turns the computer into a bomb which will explode in twenty-four hours' time, unless the recipient complies with my demand for one hundred dollars.
RON: One hundred dollars?! Last time you only asked for one!
FRUGAL: Have you seen the state of the economy? One dollar won't cut it anymore.
KIM: Give yourself up now, Lucre.
FRUGAL: I don't think so. In fact, I'd like to see you try and stop me.
KIM: And how are you going to stop us? The beef bullion?
FRUGAL: Not exactly.
(FRUGAL flicks a switch, illuminating the entire room. We now see that the room is full of lasers and other villainous technology. KIM and RON are shocked)
RON: O-kay. This is new.
KIM: Exactly how much money did you come into?
FRUGAL: A few million. But enough of my good financial fortune- try to stop me.
(FRUGAL pushes a button and several of the lasers starts firing at KIM and RON. They jump out of the way. FRUGAL watches with great delight)
FRUGAL: (To himself) Oh yeah, this rocks.
(KIM and RON continue to dodge lasers)
KIM: Okay, you take care of the lasers, I'll go after Lucre.
RON: Got it.
(KIM darts off. RON braces himself, and a laser strikes the ground right next to him)
RON: Kim! Bad plan!
(RON runs after KIM)
(FRUGAL starts typing on the computer. KIM leaps towards him)
FRUGAL: I don't think so.
(A laser fires near KIM, so she leaps away from FRUGAL)
KIM: Ron! Get him!
(RON runs towards FRUGAL)
RON: I'm on it.
FRUGAL: So am I.
(FRUGAL pushes a button. A trap door opens. RON tries to stop, but slips and falls. He doesn't fall, but catches the edges and holds on for dear life)
RON: Trap door. Nice.
FRUGAL: Thank you. It was on sale.
RON: Kim! A little help.
(KIM leaps towards him and grabs him, pulling him out of the hole. At the entrance to the room, a man in a suit enters. He is followed by a few movers)
KIM: Stop, Francis!
FRUGAL: It's Frugal! And it's too late! All I have to do is push this button and I will have an iron grip on the world.
(FRUGAL is about to push the button, when one of the movers takes the computer)
FRUGAL: Hey! What the? Excuse me! What's going on?
MAN: You Francis Lerman.
FRUGAL: Um, yes. Look, what are you doing?
MAN: I'm the reposessor. We're taking some things back.
FRUGAL: What? Why?
MAN: You bought all of this merchandise with money that you don't have. We're taking it back.
FRUGAL: But, but, I won the lottery! I paid for all this.
MAN: Wrong. You charged it on your credit card with money you don't have.
FRUGAL: But, what about the lottery?
MAN: You must not be familiar with the lottery system. When you win, you accept your prize in monthly increments, the first of which you have yet to receive.
FRUGAL: So you're just going to take this all back.
MAN: That's right. You can buy it back when you receive your money, but until then, we're going to have to take it back.
FRUGAL: But, but, the lottery. I won. I had money.
MAN: Which you spent a little too early. I guess you should learn to be more manageable with your money. Good-bye.
(The movers carry all of FRUGAL's equipment out. The MAN walks out. KIM, RON and FRUGAL stare is disbelief)
KIM: O-kay. That was interesting.
FRUGAL: You may have won this time, Kim Possible! But once I get some money I will have my revenge! I shall begin working on my plan right now!
(The SUPERVISOR appears in the doorway)
SUPERVISOR: Francis! Your break's over! Get back to work!
FRANCIS: Coming! (To KIM) I'll begging working on my plan after my shift is over!
(FRANCIS walks out the door. KIM and RON look at each other)
(Cut to the interior. KIM and RON walk down a hallway. The approach a door which reads: "Storage")
RON: Here it is, storage. This is where they keep the meat that hasn't expired yet.
KIM: Great. Okay, we'll go in, stop him real quick and get out. Piece of cake.
RON: Pastries, aisle five.
KIM: Whatever. On three we go in. One...two...three!
(KIM and RON burst through the door and find themselves in a darkened room)
FRUGAL: (OC) Well, well, well.
(A small desk lamp is turned on, revealing FRUGAL LUCRE, sitting at a desk)
FRUGAL: So nice of you to join me.
KIM: Okay, Lucre. Give it up. You saw what we did to you last time. You and your virus invested cans don't stand a chance.
FRUGAL: Ah, yes, my older plans. Yes, those pitiful plans are far behind me. Those are from the days when I couldn't afford a good plan. But that has all changed.
KIM: Has it?
FRUGAL: Indeed. You see, I came into some money since you last saw me. I decided to make some investments and now I am fully equipped to make a threat which the world will not underestimate.
RON: Which would be?
FRUGAL: A new kind of E-mail, which carries with it a code. When the E-mail arrives at its destination it turns the computer into a bomb which will explode in twenty-four hours' time, unless the recipient complies with my demand for one hundred dollars.
RON: One hundred dollars?! Last time you only asked for one!
FRUGAL: Have you seen the state of the economy? One dollar won't cut it anymore.
KIM: Give yourself up now, Lucre.
FRUGAL: I don't think so. In fact, I'd like to see you try and stop me.
KIM: And how are you going to stop us? The beef bullion?
FRUGAL: Not exactly.
(FRUGAL flicks a switch, illuminating the entire room. We now see that the room is full of lasers and other villainous technology. KIM and RON are shocked)
RON: O-kay. This is new.
KIM: Exactly how much money did you come into?
FRUGAL: A few million. But enough of my good financial fortune- try to stop me.
(FRUGAL pushes a button and several of the lasers starts firing at KIM and RON. They jump out of the way. FRUGAL watches with great delight)
FRUGAL: (To himself) Oh yeah, this rocks.
(KIM and RON continue to dodge lasers)
KIM: Okay, you take care of the lasers, I'll go after Lucre.
RON: Got it.
(KIM darts off. RON braces himself, and a laser strikes the ground right next to him)
RON: Kim! Bad plan!
(RON runs after KIM)
(FRUGAL starts typing on the computer. KIM leaps towards him)
FRUGAL: I don't think so.
(A laser fires near KIM, so she leaps away from FRUGAL)
KIM: Ron! Get him!
(RON runs towards FRUGAL)
RON: I'm on it.
FRUGAL: So am I.
(FRUGAL pushes a button. A trap door opens. RON tries to stop, but slips and falls. He doesn't fall, but catches the edges and holds on for dear life)
RON: Trap door. Nice.
FRUGAL: Thank you. It was on sale.
RON: Kim! A little help.
(KIM leaps towards him and grabs him, pulling him out of the hole. At the entrance to the room, a man in a suit enters. He is followed by a few movers)
KIM: Stop, Francis!
FRUGAL: It's Frugal! And it's too late! All I have to do is push this button and I will have an iron grip on the world.
(FRUGAL is about to push the button, when one of the movers takes the computer)
FRUGAL: Hey! What the? Excuse me! What's going on?
MAN: You Francis Lerman.
FRUGAL: Um, yes. Look, what are you doing?
MAN: I'm the reposessor. We're taking some things back.
FRUGAL: What? Why?
MAN: You bought all of this merchandise with money that you don't have. We're taking it back.
FRUGAL: But, but, I won the lottery! I paid for all this.
MAN: Wrong. You charged it on your credit card with money you don't have.
FRUGAL: But, what about the lottery?
MAN: You must not be familiar with the lottery system. When you win, you accept your prize in monthly increments, the first of which you have yet to receive.
FRUGAL: So you're just going to take this all back.
MAN: That's right. You can buy it back when you receive your money, but until then, we're going to have to take it back.
FRUGAL: But, but, the lottery. I won. I had money.
MAN: Which you spent a little too early. I guess you should learn to be more manageable with your money. Good-bye.
(The movers carry all of FRUGAL's equipment out. The MAN walks out. KIM, RON and FRUGAL stare is disbelief)
KIM: O-kay. That was interesting.
FRUGAL: You may have won this time, Kim Possible! But once I get some money I will have my revenge! I shall begin working on my plan right now!
(The SUPERVISOR appears in the doorway)
SUPERVISOR: Francis! Your break's over! Get back to work!
FRANCIS: Coming! (To KIM) I'll begging working on my plan after my shift is over!
(FRANCIS walks out the door. KIM and RON look at each other)