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( Bell ringing ) Overall,

I found the results of yesterday's pop quiz to be...

well, less disappointing than usual.

Kimberly.

RON: A-minus!

Nice work, K.P.

Uh, yeah. I crammed

on that riverboat ride down the Congo.

Cramming? I don't remember any cramming.

That's because I crammed.

You spent nine hours playing bingo on the communicator.

Oh, right.

And as for you, Ronald...

Not another "F." Not another "F." Not another "F."

Another "F."

( snickering )

( evil laughter )

Huh? Oh!

Yes, yes! It was just a dream!

A horrible, horrible dream.

Hey, K.P., you're never going to believe

the nightmare I had.

Miss Wisp was passing back tests, and I got...

Another "F."

Right.

Oh, man.

? Oh, yeah, yeah ?

? I'm your basic average girl ?

? And I'm here to save the world ?

? You can't stop me 'cause I'm... ?

? Kim Possible ?

? There is nothing I can't do ?

? When danger calls, just know that I am on my way ?

? Know that I am on my way ?

? It doesn't matter where or when there's trouble ?

? If you just call my name ?

? Kim Possible ?

? Call me, beep me if you want to reach me ?

? When you want to page me, it's okay ?

? Whenever you need me, baby ?

? Call me, beep me if you want to reach me ?

? Call me, beep me if you want to reach me ?

? Doesn't matter where, doesn't matter when ?

? Doesn't matter when ?

? I will be there for you till the very end ?

? Danger or trouble, I'm there on the double ?

? You know that you always can call Kim Possible. ?

( Bell ringing )

Three algebra tests, three F's in a row.

Got nothing but air beneath the hair.

Come on, Ron.

You just have to, you know,

work harder to realize...

Realize my potential.

Uh, mm-hmm. Heard it, lived it,

bought the movie rights.

Ron Stoppable is Potential Boy,

Coming soon to a theater near you.

Buck up, Potential Boy.

What's say we do something fun

to take your mind off math?

What'd you have in mind?

Kim, we got trouble.

There's been a breach

at a highly-classified underground defense lab

outside Des Moines, Iowa.

How's Iowa grab you?

( Beeping )

Ah! My back is killing me!

Shego, why did I let you

talk me out of buying the model

with heated seats and lumbar support?

Because it also had a sun roof,

which, on a subterranean vehicle, seemed a little...

I don't know... pointless.

( Gasps )

There it is...

Project Phoebus.

Once I manipulate my own brilliant cerebral cortex

with that experimental beam,

I'll become even more brilliant...

perhaps ridiculously brilliant!

Certainly brilliant enough

to design my own doomsday weapon.

Let's charge her up.

( Shouts )

Patience, Shego.

First, we must document this historic moment

in my quest for world domination.

Here, use this.

It came free

with the test drive.

( Shouts )

Wait, I wasn't ready. Try again.

Kim Possible... Lieutenant Franklin.

What's the sitch?

At 0800 hours,

someone broke

into the main lab

and locked us out.

It appears the intended target is Project Phoebus.

Which is...? A top secret

government experiment. Which does...?

Project Phoebus is a Level Five security classification.

Which means...? Look,

it means I don't know what

the darn thing does. None of us do.

Um, you're joking, right?

Is this the face of a joker, son?

Yeah, not so much.

Guys, hello. The monitor.

Uh! Uh! Wait! My eyes were shut on that one.

Once more, Shego.

We need a way to get into that lab.

The only way is through that tiny ventilation duct.

I think we can handle that.

( Squeaks )

Once you're in, open the door, but keep it quiet.

Mm-hmm.

Uh-oh.

( Squealing )

( squealing )

Sorry, Drakken.

Looks like your bad hair day just got worse.

Kim Possible!

Every time, you barge in.

I just... ( screams )

The anger and the...

Yeah, keep talking.

Your tongue isn't the only thing that's gonna be tied.

Whoa!

Going somewhere, Kimmie?

( Groaning )

( shouts )

( frantic sputtering )

Hello.

( Shrieks )

Well, well, I believe it's time for a little mole removal.

Yes. I can feel it working.

( Squeaking )

( gasps )

Now.

At least Project Phoebus is safe.

Yeah.

Whatever it is.

Come on, Rufus!

We're homebound, baby!

( Gibbering )

( electronic hissing )

MOTHER: Kimmie! You sure you've got everything

under control?

BOTH: Three, two, one!

Mission scrubbed, tweebs. Take it outside.

Now, you two have fun country line dancing.

Will do. Thanks for supporting

our new hobby, darlin'.

And if anybody asks,

what are your names again?

( Sighs ): Wanda and Eugene Crumholtz.

No relation to Kim Possible of Middleton High.

You guys rock.

Hey...

I figured out problem three.

X equals all of the above!

Hey, Wade, uh, looks like the tutoring

is really coming along.

Ow. Ow.

Ow! Let's just say

problem three isn't even multiple choice.

Sorry, Kim.

I'm a super genius, not a miracle worker.

I hear you. I'll take it from here.

Okay, Ron, ready to try

a word problem?

Yeah, sure, if you're ready to watch my head explode.

( Explosion )

Aw! Too late!

It's happening!

BOTH: We have liftoff!

You guys are so busted.

( Both gasp )

Oh!

( Kim growls )

Ah, it's useless, Rufus.

I have about as good a chance

of understanding algebra as you do.

( Squeaking )

Um, FYI, I was being sarcastic.

Wait a second... how did you...?

Hmm.

Who cares about the how, Rufus?

You just finished four hours of homework

in under five seconds!

You know what this means?

( Questioning grunt )

Well, me neither, but it's got to be good.

Hello, Ronald.

Since I found your homework

sitting on my desk

first thing this morning,

I took the liberty of grading it early.

Yeah?

Well, is there a grade higher than A+,

or are you just going to make one up for me?

We'll go with the traditional "F."

Hmm? What?

But I did it longhand,

and I showed my work and everything.

Uh-huh.

Your assignment demonstrates

a comprehension of not only algebra,

but also advanced calculus

and chaos theory mathematics.

It does?

Yes, which means,

it was clearly completed by someone else.

I swear, Miss Wisp.

No other... um, person did this assignment for me.

Very well, based on the proficiency

demonstrated in your homework,

This Ph.D.-level equation should be easy-peasy for you.

( Gulps )

Uh, yeah. Sure.

Sure. Here I go.

Walking right on up to the board.

Mm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

( Squeaking )

Ronald, that's correct.

Cool!

So, sho's up for some snackage in the cafe?

How about some pie?

Ha-ha. Math pun. Get it?

With pi, 'cause I... I'm good.

The world has a new prodigy.

There's Aristotle,

Newton, Einstein and now...

Stoppable. Wait. Hold up. I...

( squishy squeak ) Uh-oh.

( Ron clears throat )

And, um, as you can see,

the rest is mathematical history.

Can I go now?

Mr. Stoppable, please to explain your procedure

for finding exponents in polynomials.

Yeah, I-I could tell you, but let me just show you.

Keep it up, pal.

I think they're going to let us go soon.

Wade, I just don't get it.

It's like Ron's been abducted

and replaced by someone... smart.

Granted, Ron's sudden genius is a little odd,

but some students blossom late in their academic careers.

Come on, Wade. This is Ron.

Last night he had

to take off his shoes to count to 12,

and today he's taking some genius aptitude test?

Really? How'd he do?

186.

( Coughs )

186?! That's 40 points higher than my score!

That's impossible!

Welcome to my disbelief.

Have Mr. Genius meet me online.

I'll get to the bottom of this.

Something tells me getting close to Mr. Genius

is not going to be easy.

Sorry, but Ron's time is up.

He's on a very tight schedule.

I am?

Of course.

Ron, your genius is a gift.

A gift you must share with the world.

( Cameras clicking )

Good evening, Middleton.

We begin tonight with the story

of a boy genius named Ron Stoppable.

After coming out of nowhere,

he's taken the country and the world by storm.

He's designed the plans

for a new international space station,

created the world's first cold fusion reactor

and has even completed.

Schubert's "Unfinished Symphony."

And what does this whiz kid have to say

about his newfound success?

Um, I just want to pass algebra.

( All laugh )

That's funny.

Trisha Lapowski reporting.

And now, Shego, I shall use my newly acquired brilliance

to begin the design of my doomsday device.

( Muttering )

Yes, I can feel my brilliance blossoming.

It's as if my hand is but a humble servant

to the power of my advanced mind. Oh!

So, what do you think?

Um, nothing personal,

but it doesn't exactly scream doomsday or brilliance.

Hmm.

Nonsense.

It must be so advanced that your own puny intellect

cannot grasp it.

Here.

Take a look at this one.

A puppy and a horsey. Cute.

Mm. Mm.

( Muttering )

Well, look who's back from his whirlwind press tour.

Yep, tap into a little inner genius,

and suddenly everybody wants a piece.

But enough about me. What have you been up to?

Saw the sequel to Potential Boy.

It was called Genius Boy.

Good acting, but the plot seemed a bit farfetched.

Uh-oh.

What is up with the whiz kid deal?

Well, you know how it is.

I'm a late bloomer, you know?

First with the ladies and now this.

Did I miss the ladies' bloom?

Hey, Ron, what do you say we compete

in a little Internet battle of the geniuses?

Oh, you know, as much as I'd love to,

I should really be...

There can be only one.

Okay, I guess. How do we...?

Begin.

Calculate the area

of this four-dimensional, theoretical object.

Break this DNA sequence down into its base strings.

Explain Pythagorean's theorem

in relation to exponents,

roots and scientific notation formulas.

Write a 400-word essay examining the popularity

of sailor uniforms in Japanimation and cite examples.

Correct.

Correct.

Correct!

( Sighs )

One again, correct.

Well, Kim, he's a genius.

More of a genius than I'll ever be.

There you are, Ronald.

You're supposed to be in the auditorium

rehearsing for your press conference tomorrow.

( Sighs )

What's it for again?

You're announcing your cure for the common cold.

I found it

on your desk the other day

next to your little mole rat.

Great.

Could this get any more wrong?

When did the whole boy genius miracle start to happen?

Come to think of it, it was right after

we got back from that lab in Iowa.

Thanks for the ride, Bernice.

It's the least I could do

after you saved my artists colony

from that dam break last year.

No big.

It was just like patching up the cracks

in my fish tank back home, only it took a lot more gum.

What are you, land developer,

tax collector, sales lady?

Doctor Zaruda, I need to talk to you

about a device you developed for the government.

You may be the only person who actually knows what it does.

Project Phoebus?

Oh, well...

come in.

Okay, Shego...

feast your eyes on this vision of doomsday genius.

Ooh, try again, Picasso.

Oh, it doesn't make sense!

I was in the chair, the beam surged,

we all saw it.

Why am I not...

more brilliant?

Brillianter?! More brillianter?!

Dr. D, check this out.

I'm in front of the Middleton Mall

where tomorrow morning resident genius Ron Stoppable

will unveil his cure

for the common cold.

Could this boy be any more brilliant?

Ron Stoppable? Help me out.

Kim Possible's dopey sidekick.

Since when is he a genius?!

I'm the one that...

Wait a second.

That boy has my brains and I want them back.

So let me get this straight.

Project Phoebus contains the brain-wave patterns

of the world's most brilliant scientists?

We all used to be poker buddies...

Gates, Nash, Salk.

They were all over one night.

I wanted to try out my new project.

Bing, bang, boom, the rest is history.

So if someone like, say, my friend Ron

were to accidentally get struck by the beam,

it could turn him into...

Unparalleled genius, but not permanently.

The effects of the Project Phoebus beam

are only temporary.

I'd give it another two to four days before it wears off.

Sure I can't tempt you with some squirrel stew?

Oh, gosh, I, I had it for lunch.

Well, at least that Drakken fellow didn't get his mitts

on those brain waves.

That much brain power in the wrong hands

could spell disaster.

Wait a sec.

If Drakken needs those brain waves,

then he's going to need Ron.

So, this little doohickey here

should reduce car emissions by...

Well, a lot.

But Mr. Stoppable,

that is your fuel cell equation.

You're pointing to a time-space theorem.

Right, time-space.

Mm-hmm, you can tell that

by the sideways eight thingy right over there.

Uh, that's a symbol for infinity.

Don't you know that?

Are there any other questions?

I have a questions.

Care for a lift?

( All yelling )

Help!

( Gasps )

Rufus!

Oh, no.

KIM: Still nothing?

Wait. We have to find Drakken's new lair

before he forces Ron to build him

that new doomsday device.

I know. But there are more leads I'm checking out.

Stand by.

( Crying )

Don't worry, Rufus. We'll find Ron.

In the meantime, keep yourself busy.

It'll help take your mind off things.

Kim, I got a news flash.

Ron's no genius.

What do you mean?

I reexamined the main security cam for clues.

Check this out.

Wade, what's the big?

That's just Ron writing an equation.

Sure, that's what it looks like, but watch when I zoom in.

It's Rufus?

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

So if Rufus is the genius,

then how is Ron going to build Drakken a doomsday device?

He's not.

So, Kim Possible's sidekick

thinks he can stick his nose into my business

and steal my precious brain waves.

Okay, believe it or not, that's not how it went down.

Shush, boy!

Now is not the time for words.

Now is the time for action.

Well, actually, thought.

Yes, now is the time for thought,

followed soon after by action.

Ooh, having a garage sale?

You, boy, will use these supplies

and your stolen genius

to build me a horrific doomsday device

that will allow me to conquer the world.

Yeah, you know, sorry

to throw a wrench into the works,

but it's just not going to happen 'cause...

Oh, it's going to happen, because if it doesn't...

( yells )

Okay, so who's up for a little doomsday device?

KIM: Don't worry, Wade,

Drakken may have Ron, but we have the real genius.

( Clears throat )

I mean, the other real genius.

( Chittering )

Wade, we got a listing:

a recently purchased, ten-bedroom, 6h-acid-bath lair.

Here's the address.

Is it ready yet, boy?

Uh, it may be another two or three or 16 weeks.

Now might be a great time to take that superfreak

singles cruise you've been thinking about.

That doomsday device better work.

Otherwise, you'll be swimming with the fish.

Fish, right? Or is it fishes?

Fish or fishes.

Well, which is it?

Both are correct plural forms of the singular word fish.

You're very smug right now, aren't you?

A little bit.

Okay, then, here it is, my doomsday device

right here under the sheet here.

Or as they say in France, mon device de doom.

French.

Show it to me!

Drakken, Shego, I give you The Mangler.

( Gasps )

Well, Mr. Stoppable, have fun with the fish...

or fishes.

Can't there ever by a one-story ranch-style lair?

( Chittering )

( yelling )

We're too late!

( Screams )

( yells )

( grunts )

How did that...?

Did you outfit

my clothes with gadgets

when I wasn't looking?

Mm-hmm. Yep.

Rufus, you are one rocking mole rat.

K.P.!

K.P.? Don't try and trick me, boy.

I know Kim Possible when I see her.

Yeah, the lame outfit is always a dead giveaway.

( Grunts )

Falling bookcases...

Yeah, you'll have to do better than that.

Suits me.

Suits of armor, that is.

Armors, advance!

RON: Armor?

What happened to your regular henchmen?

DRAKKEN: They're at a wedding.

( Iaughs )

Jump!

( Grunting )

( gasps )

( screams )

( screams )

Don't just stand there, finish them.

Hey, look, it works!

My doomsday device works!

DRAKKEN ( screaming ): No!

RON: Look out!

( Grunts )

( Ron yelling )

( engine whine slows )

Nice move, genius.

I am what I is.

Hey!

This isn't over, Kim Possible.

You capture us, we'll just come back

more evil than before.

Eviler!

More eviler?

Less not-gooder?

SHEGO: Please stop talking.

'Kay.

Ron: X =... let's see.

Eight?

You know something, Potential Boy?

That's actually right.

Hey, hey, hey, come on.

Algebra's cake for a guy

who can build a doomsday machine.

Speaking of doomsday,

how much detention time did Miss Wisp give you?

Well, let me put it this way.

On my detention slip she just wrote

one of those sideways eight, infinity symbol things.

And what about our rodent genius?

Has the Phoebus effect worn off yet?

I'm not sure. Where is Rufus anyway?

Okay, little smart guy,

there can be only one.

Shall we begin?

Bring it on.

Plot the eliptical orbit of Jupiter's third moon.

Correct.

Name the four capitals of the ancient...

Mm, I don't miss it.

Correct.

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