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(Whistle blowing)

(band playing up-tempo melody)

? Uh-huh... nothing to it

? You bow low

? I'll tell you something you don't know ?

? Take a look at me now

? Got plenty going on

? You have got to, you have got to ?

? You have got to...

? Work it out

? Uh-huh ?

? Uh-huh ?

(Pounding drums)

? Uh-huh ?

? You work it out ?

? Uh-huh ?

? You work it out. ?

(Imitating dog howling)

Who invited him back this year?

Bonnie, Ron is a member of the squad,

like it or not.

You got it going on, Bonbon.

I choose not.

Yeah... I think she's warming up to me.

First practice of the new school year

and I was in the zone.

Boo-ya!

K.P., our future is bright.

I predict this is going to be the best school year ever.

KIM: I guess it's off to a good start.

Good start? Kim!

It hurricane rocks.

I mean, we have all our classes together,

all day together.

It's like a pre-K flashback.

Without nap time.

Ah, nap time... you don't know what you got until it's gone.

I have a feeling the nap time void

will be filled by Latin class.

Which reminds me...

we're taking Latin class, why?

Are you kidding me?

I can't wait for Latin class.

The salsa dancing, the salsa eating.

(Loud slurp)

I already know my research project:

"The Down-low on J-Lo."

Ron, this is Latin, as in, the language.

The dead language.

No salsa? No J-Lo.

No big.

We're in it together

and that's what counts.

Oh, did I tell you?

Mary Gariano actually said "Hi" to me.

Do you know how this bodes?

Well...

Yes, well-boding all around.

Finally, for once in my life, all signs are good.

Uh, Ron, what's with this?

"For Sale"?

MAN: So sorry.

There's been a terrible mistake here.

Oh, phew. 'Cause I thought that maybe...

"Sold"? "Sold"?

"Sold."

"Sold"?

I'm... moving?

? 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... ?

RON: Why didn't you tell me?

Actually, sweetie,

the sign was our way of telling you.

We thought it would be easier this way.

For us.

You see, out of the blue,

I was offered a fabulous new job.

But, wait, oh... what about Dad?

I'm an actuary.

I can work anywhere

people attach a dollar value to human life.

But why do we have to move?

My new boss, Ms. Olga,

said she wants me right there with her

at the home office.

It'll be an adventure.

Wait,

where is the home office?

Norway. Norway.

Norway?!

(High squeak)

KIM: It's not the end of the world.

Are you kidding?

This will alter the course of life as we know it.

Exaggerate much?

It's the end of my world.

The perfect school year just went down the tubes

and the Possible Stoppable team is right behind it.

Whoosh!

Nice.

What are you talking about?

Rufus... he just sounded like a toilet.

No, no... the end of the Possible Stoppable team?

Think, Kim.

How are we going to make that work from different continents?

Well, it'll be tricky,

but doable.

You really think so?

Ron, I couldn't save the world without you.

Whoosh!

Okay now, see, you're just overdoing it.

Mmm, sorry.

Ronald,

let's move.

Well, Kim, I guess, uh...

I guess this is it.

Yeah, yeah... I guess.

(Sobbing)

(blowing nose)

Uh... here.

I had Wade whip this up for you.

My own communicator.

Correction.

Ron Newnicator.

You can call me or beep me, you know,

if you want to reach me.

I'm not going to cry.

(Loud sobs)

Courage, little man.

(Car horn beeping)

FATHER: Let's go, Ronald!

Four hours early for international flights.

(Sobbing): Have fun in Latin class.

Good-bye, Ron.

Are you taking Latin?

Ron's idea.

I wish he were here to suffer with me.

You miss him a lot, huh?

We've been tight for so long.

He calls every five minutes. (communicator beeping)

Right on schedule.

How's the flight, Ron?

Nine hours to Norway.

Ow.

Uh, focus on the movie.

You'll get through this.

I know it's going to be tough, honey,

but a little something like distance

won't come between you.

Come between who?

Me and Ron.

He moved to Norway.

What? No way.

This stinks.

We wanted Rufus to test pilot...

the Jiminator.

You mean Timinator, don't you?

Boys, you know what I've said

about rocket fuel in the house.

Aw, Mom! This is totally safe.

(Loud roar)

JIM AND TIM: Whoops.

Uh... icabickaboo? Whosha.

(Communicator beeping)

What's up, Ron?

Movie is in Norwegian,

or French or something.

I'm not sure... yech... ow!

I get the feeling that keeping in touch with Ron

(communicator beeping) Ron?

It's the middle of the night.

Sorry, KP.

Am I nine hours ahead or behind you?

I'll let you know when I'm conscious.

Kim,

I got to know:

has Mary Gariano said

you know, like, "Hi" to anybody else?

Ron,

night time. Sleep.

Oh, okay.

Sleep tight, KP.

(Communicator beeping)

Kim, I... oh, hey, Ron.

Hey, right back at you, Wade.

How's Norway?

Icy.

Wade, what's the sitch, and can it wait until morning?

Sorry, Kim.

Robbery in progress.

Someone's breaking in

to the Tri-City Museum.

I'm on it.

RON: Me, too. I'll be right there.

Ron, you're halfway around

the world.

Kim, you said we'd still be a team.

So, no matter what it takes,

I'll be there.

KIM: Back off, Monkey Fist.

Oh, super.

The cheerleader.

Hey, at least I have

human hands and feet.

Right!

Too bad.

I'd rather fancy a real challenge.

(Yelling and grunting)

(chittering like a monkey)

(screaming)

Say, "Uncle," monkey.

Or monkey's uncle. I'll accept either.

Not likely.

Golf ball. (beeping)

(gasps)

I practically gift-wrapped her for you.

How could you miss?

The lassie would not stand still.

Duff Killagan and Monkey Fist?

Working together?

(Growling)

KIM: Two against one.

How exciting.

Oh, it's not just the two of us.

Oh, and I'm supposed to be surprised

that Drakken is behind me?

Oh... how does she do that?

A ninja you're not.

DRAKKEN: A-ha!

But she is.

(Iaughing): High five.

Shego, high five.

(Grunting)

Why you got to leave me hanging like that, yo?

I thought it would be nice if somebody here looked competent.

Don't get lippy, Shego.

Can we just get the monkey thing

before her goofy sidekick shows?

Right.

Where is the buffoon anyway?

Who knows?

Who cares?

(Panting)

I'm here, Kim.

Kim?

KIM: Get me out of here. R-R-Rufus?

Huh?

Mummy... in there...

alive.

Ron.

It knows my name.

I'm cursed! I'm cursed!

(Cellphone beeps) Huh?

Hello.

Ron, open the sarcophagus.

(Embarrassed chuckle)

Sorry about that, K.P.

Yeah, better late than never.

(Gasps): The idol!

The Tempus Simia Idol!

Yeah, bad news on the headless-monkey front, sir.

Headless monkey? Man, what did I miss?

The Tempus Simia Idol,

purported to have dark, mystical powers.

Centuries ago, the head was taken

to a far corner of the globe

and hidden away forever.

Must have been one ugly monkey.

Many believe that if the Tempus Simia

were ever made whole,

it could be used for unspeakable...

Monkey shines?

Evil.

Evil, naturally.

And Monkey Fist has it.

And Drakken and Killagan.

No way.

The villains teamed up, and I missed the whole deal?

So much for the bright future.

So not the drama, Ron.

We can make this work.

I'll see what I can dig up on this Tempus Simia thing,

and you'll, well, um...

Be in Norway.

(Bell ringing)

KIM: Okay, quiz time.

Drakken, Monkey Fist, and Duff Killagan

are working together to...

It's a rule-the-world thing. Got to be.

So, what's the power of the monkey?

Easy... everybody fears monkeys.

No, that's just you, Ron.

I'll stick to my theory.

Okay, they've got to be looking for the head, right?

Wade, can you hack into the Global Justice spy satellites?

In my sleep.

Then, take a nap and scan for Drakken.

On it.

So, Ron, how's it going? I'm kind of worried about you.

Worry not, K.P. Ron Stoppable can adapt.

Yeah.

What's that you're eating?

Lamb and cabbage stew.

Mm-mm, yum!

Lamb and cabbage stew?

Yep, Norway's second most popular dish.

Right behind meat-cakes.

Right.

Everybody loves meat-cakes.

Oh, yeah, I've got the mad love for the meat-cakes.

Sounds like you're adjusting.

Oh, ja.

That's Norwegian... or French.

Great. Okay, I got to run... Latin class.

I... Oh, sorry.

I know how much you wanted to take that.

Latin shmatin. I've got lamb and cabbage.

I need Bueno Nacho.

More meat-cakes, honey?

No! No meat-cakes! No meat-cakes!

Nothing's happening.

Why is nothing happening?

Something should be happening!

Shouldn't it? Patience.

When the idol is near its head, the Tempus Simia will clap.

There's no such thing as mystical monkey power.

You wouldn't know mystical monkey power

if you held it in your tiny little hands.

Aye, they are wee small digits.

Uh, guys.

I'll let my "wee" fingers do the talking,

Mr. Skirty Pants.

Guys...

Can you two buffoons take this outside?

At 30,000 feet?

Precisely.

Guys?!

What?! What?! What?!

The monkey clapped.

(All gasping)

We're getting close.

Monkey power rules.

(Sighs)

You, me, and Bueno Nacho.

And we're going to grande size it, girl.

(Noisy chewing)

(loud belch)

So, Ron enough for you?

Thanks, Monique, but there's no substitute.

(Cellphone beeping)

What's the sitch, Wade?

I tracked down Team Drakken. Where to?

Deep in the Australian Outback.

Better tell Ron. What time is it there?

(Groans) Bedtime apparently.

You know, as cold as Norway is, it's even colder at 2:00 a.m.

(teeth chattering)

It's summer in Australia.

I'm there, Kim.

Next stop... Austria.

No, no, Australia.

Right, save me some strudel.

He'll never make it.

(Gasps)

Maybe I need a Plan B.

Me? I'm Plan B?

Kim, I don't think I can.

You're puppy-dog pouting now,

aren't you?

No. Not at all.

Uh! You got me.

Boo-ya!

Right, Sheilas, you're on your own from here.

That's cool.

Wade set us up.

Hey, mine is...

(shrieking)

Maybe a little less

Ron-ish.

Uh... okay.

(Yelling)

(rapid clapping)

Warmer, warmer.

(Clapping stops)

Ooh, colder.

(Clapping resumes)

Warmer. Warmer.

Hah! I'm white hot.

The head must be under here.

All right, on three... one, two, three.

(Grunting)

I cannot do it alone.

Hmm.

Ah, there.

A mystical monkey doorknob.

Hoist me up, Killagan.

I'll turn it.

With those wee, barely hands?

Hah! Dream on, Blue Boy.

Mutant show-off.

Why do you get to go first?

Why do you?

Waffle away, gents.

I'll be getting ahead.

KIM: Excellent formation boys.

(Yelling)

Your landing needs a little work.

Kim Possible?

Why do you always act so surprised?

Hmm. I don't know.

Whoa!

Watch out!

Who's she?

Where's the buffoon?

Um, I'm Monique.

I-I'm really just filling in.

Nice to "beat" you.

My face needs space.

Uh, maybe I should handle Shego.

I'll play through then.

Fore!

You hit golf balls?

That's your big villain shtick?

My dad does that.

Golf balls that explode?

Welcome to my world.

Yeah, can we focus here, Kimmie?

I think I need to train some more,

like... like 20 years more.

(Yelling)

(grunts)

(growling)

Uh, Kim, her hands are glowing.

Yeah, avoid those.

(Beeping)

Oh, par for the course, lassie.

(Yelling)

Boo! (screams)

(chuckling)

MONKEY FIST: Triumph.

(Engine roaring)

Okay, I liked the land surfing part,

but the fighting the freaks part?

Yeah, I could live without.

RON: K.P.!

I made it.

Huh?

Uh-oh.

Did we miss them again?

Yeah. But this time...?

Bad guys... two, good guys... zero.

Guten tag-y, Burgit.

Today I'd like to order off the menu.

Are you familiar with the nacho?

Lamb and cabbage stew. Next.

Yuck.

(Cellphone beeps)

Saved by the bell.

(Chuckling): That felt kind of cool.

Wade turned up some dirt on the Tempus Simia idol.

Great. So, what's it do?

It's still a mystery.

But we do know there's a temple of the Tempus Simia

in Central Africa.

That's where they have to put the head on the monkey.

This ancient magic stuff, it's always so complicated.

I'm sure the mystic monkey monks

had their reasons.

Uh, excuse me, private talky, do you mind?

Rude enough?

I am so over blondes, Kim.

No novelty value whatsoever here.

Okay.

Meet me in Africa.

This time, I swear I won't be late.

Go!

I am flooring it.

(Both yelling)

Giddyap already.

Oh, come on,

you're slower than the camel.

(Ron yelling)

Ow.

Ron?

Sorry I'm late.

This elephant totally copped a 'tude with me.

Ron, it's cool. You're right on time.

Wow.

The Tempus Simia temple is just over that ridge.

One, two, three.

Ha! Rock beats paper.

Are you daft, man?

Paper beats rock, everyone knows that.

Oh, come now, that doesn't even make sense.

How can flimsy paper possibly beat the raw density of stone?

It is time.

Our moment is at hand.

Finally.

Pardon me for making you wait a few minutes

to dominate the world.

But the magic won't work unless the head

is reattached precisely at noon.

Why is this ancient magic stuff always so complicated?

Toss me the monkey noggin.

What? No!

Using mystical monkey power was my idea.

The honor should be mine.

No, mine.

I am stuck with the Freak Stooges.

Hey, guys, why don't you work as a team

and put the stupid head on together.

But I hate sharing.

No sharing.

Then, we shall not share, together.

Yes.

(Sighs)

Less than a minute now.

KIM: Sorry, can't wait that long.

I've got a Latin test, and, wow, I'd hate to miss that.

You don't stand a chance, Possible.

It's three against one.

Excuse me?

Okay, two against four if you count the sidekicks.

Honestly, why do I bother?

? Get up on your feet now

? Gonna rock the place

? Can't you see the smile on my face ?

? Give it to me high, give it to me low ?

? Give it to me, here we go ?

? Get up on your feet now Boo-ya!

? Gonna raise the roof

? Yippy-ii-aa, yippy-ii-oo Nice toss.

? Get up on your feet now

? Hyped up, psyched out, ready to go ?

? Say ya gotta believe, ya gotta put on the show ?

? Everybody's on the floor, saying you made the match ?

? Face-to-face, now we're comin' back ?

? Hear the noise and feel the heat ?

? From block-to-block, and down every street ?

? Don't have to run when ya get the call ?

? Beat the buzz is...

You know, in this light you're kind of cute.

? Make some noise, all you girls and boys ?

? Come on...

Hurry!

? And we're ready to go

? Fire it up! Fire it up!

I'm open.

Got you, K.P.

? Can't you see the smile on my face ?

? Give it to me high, give it to me low ?

? Give it to me, here we go ?

? Get up on your feet now

? Feet now... feet now...

So long, Kim Possible.

We'll meet again, in time.

(laughing evilly)

(grunts)

We... lost.

We seem to be doing that a lot lately.

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