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? 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. ?

( Snarling )

RON: Cut.

Rufus, you can't keep breaking character like that.

Ooh, sorry.

Ah! Going to have to recast you, buddy.

You just don't have that monster instinct.

Ron, don't you think you're being a bit severe?

Ron's Big Day?

What's this?

Nothing.

Look, Kim, the Tri-City Film Festival

opens in three days.

I'm trying to redefine the monster movie genre,

and we're way behind schedule here.

( Phone beeping )

Kim, I've got a lead on Drakken.

He ordered a shrink ray on-line

and had it delivered to an address

in the Mojave Desert.

I was wondering when he'd get around to a shrink ray.

DRAKKEN: Simple, Shego.

Once I've shrunk to microscopic size,

I will be able to infiltrate

the most secretive military installation

in the world... Area 51.

And what's in Area 51 that's so special?

You know, flying saucers, alien technology,

yadda, yadda, yadda.

Let's see... "Connect the drop bar

under the shrink velociter..."

( whimpering )

Commodore Puddles, not now.

Can't you see Daddy's trying

to put the finishing touches on his shrink ray?

He needs to go out.

He was just out ten minutes ago.

Now what did we agree on?

( Sighs )

If I wanted a dog, I had to promise to take care of him.

Which I will... later.

Thanks for the lift,

Special Agent Smith, and Special Agent Smith.

Don't mention it... The way you helped us

with that security breach...

No big. I just...

No, seriously, don't mention it.

It's highly classified.

Mum's the word.

This is the address.

You guys walking or riding?

I will soon be the size

of a microscopic particle.

So watch where you step, okay?

( Yipping )

Bad dog!

Not now. Daddy's about to gain access

to a high-security installation.

Like Federal prison?

Kim Possible?!

What say we dispense with the banter

and skip right to the kung-fu fighting.

Shego!

Okay, hold on a sec.

One second,

people.

Thanks, buddy. Okay, action.

( Whimpering )

( electrical crackling )

My shrink ray.

Something's wrong.

( Gasps )

Commodore Puddles, you didn't... not there!

Bad doggie, bad!

Ah...

( growling )

( beeping )

Whoa.

It's not supposed to do that.

It's supposed to shrink stuff.

Told you he had to go out.

New plan... come, Shego.

That would be the coolest shot ever,

if it weren't for the 2,000-ton poodle that has been unleashed

into an unsuspecting world.

( Rumbling )

Mommy, Mommy, there's a doggie outside.

Can we keep him, please?

( Panting )

( screaming )

Commodore Puddles... ( whistles )

Come on, boy.

Area 51 is thataway.

KIM: We've got to find them.

Otherwise my film is going to have

serious act two issues.

Ron, focus.

Wait. I know where they're headed.

Okay, I know this is going to sound weird,

but you've got to let us in.

There's this monster poodle...

Name.

Commodore Puddles.

Your name.

Oh, uh, Kim Possible.

( Rumbling, both gasp )

Sound the alarm!

Battle stations!

( Alarm blaring )

This way. General Sims

is going to want to talk to you.

MAN: Don't worry.

We've got a rock-solid defense strategy ready.

For this? Really?

Yes, ma'am.

Full frontal assault by a giant canine.

That's 4-1 stroke, 5-S type scenario.

( Yelling, grunts )

( snorts )

Fools.

My Puddles doesn't settle for ordinary dry treats.

It's not working, sir.

Bring out the big guns.

Guns? You're not actually going to shoot him, are you?

Just an expression, ma'am.

Get my good side, son.

You may commence blowing the giant canine whistles.

( Grunts )

( grunts )

( high-pitched screeching )

( howling )

( howling continues )

It's working, sir.

Outstanding work, Miss Possible. I...

( dogs barking, snarling )

( gasping )

( barking )

General, we've got a situation.

Pull back, men.

Move to the underground fortification.

Good puppy.

Attack! Attack!

General Sims, if you don't mind me asking, sir,

what's the big secret?

You know, Area 51 and all that.

We know the rumors... Flying saucers,

alien technology, yadda, yadda, but what's the real deal?

What are you hiding here?

I'll show you.

KIM: It's flying saucers...

RON: Alien technology...

Yadda, yadda.

But that means all the rumors are true.

Every last one of them.

We've implemented a double-negative cover story.

We make sure only to leak out information

that is 100% accurate.

But then it's not really secret.

That's exactly what we want you to believe.

Yeah, but then... Never mind.

General Sims, you better come here.

( Dog sniffing )

( rumbling )

Well, I'm afraid we're out of options.

I'm initiating the base's self-destruct system.

The secrets contained in Area 51 ( beeping )

must never be exposed.

What secrets?

Everybody knows already!

KIM: Sir...

we still have one last line of defense.

And what might that be?

Me.

You've got ten minutes.

Yes! Dig Commodore Puddles!

KIM: Not so fast, Drakken.

There's a leash law in this state.

Kim. Kim.

Can you deliver that witty banter line again?

You were out of frame. Thanks, baby.

( Scoffs ): Ron!

Commodore Puddles, attack!

( Growling )

( yells )

( dog snarls )

No, Puddles, whoa, heel! ( screams )

( men cheering )

Semper fi!

Puddles, roll over.

( Panting )

( yelling )

( laughing ): I taught him that.

Now, finish them, Puddles!

( Grunts )

( snarling ) ( gasps )

Okay, that's great, Kim.

Don't be afraid to show some fear.

I want to try to capture...

( screams )

RON: Help! Rufus!

Hmm?

Ew! Ew, yuck!

Huh?

( Both yell )

( moans )

Yeah!

( Chatters excitedly )

( rustling )

DRAKKEN: That ought to hold you.

KIM: You so won't get away with this, Drakken.

I so will. ( Laughs )

A toast to my victory.

I have conquered Area 51

and defeated Kim Possible.

( Thud )

What was that?

( Shouting gibberish )

Yep, looks like a 4-9 stroke easy scenario:

rescue by giant subterranean rodent.

( Growling )

Huh? ( grunts )

( yelps )

No fair!

I call cheatsies.

Nice move, Rufus!

Yeah.

( Snarling, grunting )

( grunting )

( both growling )

( whooping ): Yeah!

There's that monster instinct

I was looking for Rufus!

( Drakken whistles casually )

( whistling continues )

( grunts, groans )

( moans )

( dog whimpering )

( grunts ): Get off!

( Men whooping )

Good job, boys.

( Men whooping )

Mine! It's all mine!

It...!

( Bubbling sounds )

Oh, I'm... sorry, is this yours?

I was... just borrowing it, you know?

Really...

( Drakken yelling )

( horns honking )

RON: This is it.

The redefining of the monster movie genre.

I hear laughter... Is that a good sign?

Agent Smith.

And Agent Smith.

What are you guys doing here?

National Security.

We couldn't allow the public

to see the Area 51 footage.

So we switched it with one of your home movies.

Home movies?

Which one?

I make a potty.

( Iaughter )

Ron's Big Day?

Ron's Big Day.

? 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 ?

( Alarm beeping )

( Kim gasps )

Late!

Late for school.

Hello?

Why didn't anybody wake me up? Honey...

I've already missed homeroom and...

TV ANNOUNCER: Hal, the Tri-City area

has been walloped by a surprise blizzard.

I'm standing on Main Street

where snow continues to fall,

adding to the five feet

of accumulation we've already endured overnight.

All major roadways and public transportation

in the Tri-City area are closed.

Area businesses are shut down

and school is canceled until further notice.

Snow day.

Hoo-sha.

And as the snow falls,

we'll track it around the clock, 24/7, nonstop.

I am Summer Gale, and I am Blizzard Watch.

( Whistles )

FATHER: I smell cocoa.

I hear popcorn.

And I know what that means.

BOTH: Possible family snow day.

There's nothing like whiteout blizzard conditions

to force some serious family together time.

Don't forget the oldest possible snow day tradition of all.

Snowy the snowman. Natch.

FATHER: Jim, Tim,

just in time.

Come on, we're building Snowy.

We're kind of busy.

We're using an ionic heat particle beam to clear driveways.

Cha-ching.

Power me up, Tim.

( Beeps, blips )

( yells )

Still needs work.

Bye, guys.

( Door opens )

Hey, Kimmie-Cup. Honey, give me a hand with Snowy's head.

Love to. Can't.

Plans with Ron.

( Whooping )

Yeah!

Morning, Drs. P.

Kim, there's five feet

of packed powder on Dead Man's Hill.

Will you join me in my quest for the ultimate ride?

Love the sledding.

Not sure about the questing. Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.

But don't you want to...? Oh, well.

Well,

that was a decent qualifying run.

( Groans )

Do those clouds look a little greenish to you?

Who cares? Let's sled.

( Blows ): Oh. Aren't your hands freezing?

Bueno Nacho extra hot, five-alarm sauce.

Just keep them in my pockets,

and my hands stay toasty all day.

I thought they discontinued the five-alarm sauce.

Oh, they did,

but I got these babies before The Man got wise.

( Screaming ) Huh?

( Screaming )

( yelling )

Kim, behind you!

Zombie Snowman!

Whoo! Glad that's over.

Or not.

RON: An army of evil zombie snowmen!

( Squeaks )

Man, I always knew

that's what would get me.

( Screaming )

Okay, sick and wrong.

I am so not believing this.

( Pager beeps ) Go, Wade.

Kim, every snowman in the Tri-City area

is coming to life and going on a rampage.

And they don't seem like jolly, happy souls.

I'm not sure what's causing it, but check this out.

This is Summer Gale,

and I am reporting to you from the Middleton mall

where we are under siege

from a legion of zombie snowmen.

Keep it here

for continuing coverage of zombie snowmen watch.

I am Summer Gale and...

( screams )

Come on.

( Alarm ringing )

How's my makeup?

I want to roll again in five.

Uh, we could be experiencing some technical difficulties.

( Horn blows )

Back, back, evil snow zombies!

Let's move, people.

Kim, let's jet!

( Screams )

Hit it, Rufus.

Help! Anybody!

Kim, what's going on?

( Screams )

Gosh, Summer Gale.

I mean, you are Blizzard Watch. 'Smore?

No, thank you.

You wear a lot of makeup.

More than the younger weather ladies.

Such charming children.

Okay, uh, come on, boys.

Let's whip up some hot cocoa.

Nothing on what's causing the snowman effect.

( Whistles )

( humming )

Okay, the good news is I can use reverse thermal imaging

to track the snowmen's movements.

I'm guessing that means there's also bad news.

The bad news is that

all the snowmen seem to be converging

on a single location.

What location?

Your house.

( Screams )

Oh, man.

Back to the drawing board.

This is so wrong.

RON: Okay, we're all boarded up.

KIM: I don't get it.

Why are they after me?

RON: Everyone's after you.

You should be used to it by now.

Go ahead,

tell them, Summer. Cork it, Jake.

Tell us what?

Hold up... the mall, then here.

They're not after me.

They're after you.

Look, I wanted more air time, all right?

So I bought a weather machine...

To create the snowstorm of the century.

But I don't know what's going on with all these snowmen.

It's not my fault, okay?

Maybe the weather machine was faulty.

Did you buy used?

Pre-owned.

The salesman said it had only been used once

for some attack on Canada.

A weather machine needs a lot of water

to create a storm this big.

I got the water from some lake.

Wannasob...

Wannacry...

BOTH: Lake Wannaweep. Lake Wannaweep.

That's it.

Well, I don't have

to tell you guys what that means.

Toxic snowmen.

Here's the sitch...

Summer says the weather machine is hovering over her TV station.

Kimmie-Cup, you need to get to that machine.

But, Dad...

No buts.

We'll hold off the zombie snowmen, dear.

Here, you'll need these.

I have a better plan.

Let's just throw her outside and be done with it.

She's the one they want.

Now hold it right there, mister.

Either you're with us, or you're with the zombie snowmen.

There's an army of them out there.

We can't win. It's impossible.

Anything's possible for a Possible.

And we're all in this together, right, kids?

ALL: Right.

( Door rumbles )

Dad, do you still have

those G-33 booster rockets you brought home from the lab?

( Alarm chirps )

Whoops.

Hot sauce.

I hope you've got a plan B.

You wanted the ultimate ride, right?

( Yelling )

The roof, hurry.

( Yelling )

Whoa!

I feel a heat wave coming on.

Oops. Okay.

Honest mistake, people.

( Beeps )

We are now operational. Time to make slushies.

( Beeps )

( thunder )

( croaking )

Oh, come on!

My turn.

( Mother sighs )

It's over.

( Rumbling )

( growls )

Look out! It's Snowy!

( Roaring )

How's my makeup?

RON: Lake Wannaweep.

Every time I think I'm out, she draws me back in.

Turn down the drama, Ron.

Once we dump the water back into the lake,

everything will be fine.

Will it, Kim?

Place of evil. Place of evil!

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