Transcripts - Mind Games
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Transcripts - Mind Games

 

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Episode Mind Games
Language English
Type Closed Captioning
Date Written Unknown
Author Hazuki
Author Comments Not Available
Wordcount 2398
 

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Bonnie: Too bad, Kim. I think we should complain to whoever came up
with that fussy routine. Oh, that was you, wasn't it?
Kim: That fussy routine is going to win the regionals tomorrow,
Bonnie, if you can remember it. OK, again! From the top!
Ron: Excuse me, Kim?

Kim: Not now, Ron.
Ron: Er, KP, kinda importante.
Kim: Mucho busy.
Ron: Gimme a K, gimme an I, gimme an M. What does that spell?
Kim: Ron!

Ron: Buzz! Sorry, but thanks for playing.
Kim: What?
Ron: You'll never guess who needs your help.
Kim: Dr. Drakken?


Kim: Dr. Drakken? Why? What? How?
Cleotis: I'm Private Cleotis Dobbs, United States Armed Forces.
Ron: It's Drakken's evil twin.
Kim: Ron, Drakken's already evil.

Ron: OK, I'm confused.
Cleotis: This Drakken fella used some kind of big machine switched
my brain with his. It wasn't natural.
Kim: Wait. His brain is in your body?
Cleotis: I gotta go. The pretty girl that hits, she's a-coming.
She's...
Kim: Wade!

Wade: Working on it!

Kim: Like it's not bad enough the regionals are tomorrow. Now
this extreme weirdness.
Ron: Stress not, KP. You'll handle it. That's what you do.
Kim: You make my life sound like cake.
Ron: Let's see, you're smart, athletic, pretty and popular. Sounds
pretty cakey to me.

Kim: OK, flip mode. Playing video games, watching wrestling
and downing snackage. It must be brutal being you.
Ron: Try the demands of raising Rufus as a single parent. Not to
mention the pressures of maintaining my image. OK, so I don't
exactly have an image yet, but I'm working on it. And frankly,
it's exhausting.
Wade: Couldn't regain contact with Private Dobbs. Frequency's
jammed.
Kim: Background check?
Wade: Everything is classified. The only thing I could dig up was
this picture.

Ron: I don't get it.
Kim: Yeah. Why would Drakken wanna be in that body?

Computer: Private Cleotis Dobbs. Identity confirmed.
Drakken: ( Chuckles )

Kim: And on top of everything else, there's tutoring, swim team,
the yearbook committee.
Ron: Otherwise known as having a social life.
Ron: Excuse me, I called ahead for the kosher meal.
Ron: ( Slurps )

% Communicator beeps.
Kim: What's the sitch, Wade?
Wade: I finally traced the call from the guy in Drakken's body. But
it's weird.
Kim: Weirder than a guy in Drakken's body?
Wade: Good point. Anyway, it looks like the call came from the
middle of the Grand Canyon.

Kim: Thanks for the lift, Baxter.

Baxter: My pleasure, lillte lady. ( Laughs ) Least I can do to pay
you back for helping Buttercup in her time of need.
Kim: That emergency delivery of a foal?
Ron: In the dark.
Baxter: In the rain.

Ron: In a landslide.
Kim: It was no big.
Ron: Get along, little donkey! Get along!
% Brays.
Ron: Whoa!

Baxter: How about we trade? Buttercup here's a sweetheart.
Ron: Oh, well, I mean, if you insist.
% Brays.

Kim: This is it.
Ron: That's Drakken's lair?

Ron: Rufus, quit climbing up my leg.

Rufus: Huh?
Ron: Oh! Get off! Get off, get off!
Ron: Whew!
Ron: Aargh!
Kim: Mr. Dumb Luck.

Ron: Not Dumb Luck, Kim. Dumb Skills.
Rufus: Hmm, yeah!

% Muzak.

Ron: Have we been in this lair before?
Kim: They all start to look alike after a while.

Ron: Brain-switch machine, most definitely.

Cleotis: ( Muffled yells ) Help! Help!
% Gadget beeps.
Cleotis: Help!
Cleotis: Kim Possible! Look out!
Kim: Huh?

Shego: Rescue's over, Kimmy.
Kim: Shego. So not.
Cleotis: My mama always taught me to be polite to a lady. Arrrgh!
Cleotis: Except when she locks me in a crate.
Kim: Run!

Ron: All over it!
Shego: Don't let Drakken's body get away!

Ron: Hai...
Ron: Aaargh!

Kim+Ron: You're me? I'm you?

Kim: Oh, this is so wrong.


Kim: This cannot be happening.
Ron: I told you not to get near the brain switcher.

Kim: No, you didn't!
Ron: Well, I was thinking it. Right before my brain got
switched!
Cleotis: Y'all think we ought to get it in gear?
Kim: We have to change back.
Ron: No time!

Shego: Hah! You think I can just let you stroll out with Drakken's
body?
Kim: Don't even mess with me.
Shego: You... You got hit by Drakken's machine and you two switched.
( Laughs ) Oh, this is just too great. Oh! You say
something. Come on.
Ron: Bye-bye.

Shego: Don't let them get to the...
% Ping!
Shego: ...elevator.

Kim's Dad: ( Cles throat )
Cleotis: This sure is mighty tasty chow, ma'am.

Kim's Dad: I'm sorry, I just can't eat sitting across the table
from Kimmy's arch nemesis.
Kim: Dad, I told you, it's not really Dr. Drakken. Just his
body.
Kim's Mom: I hear you, honey, but as a board-certified
neurosurgeon, I got to say it's just not possible to swap
brains.
Ron: Point taken, Dr. P., but how else do you explain my bare
midriff?
Kim: Grrrrr!

Kim's Dad: ( Laughs ) Chasing bad guys, switching brains, high
school sure has changed since my day.
Jim: I wanna switch brains with you.
Tim: Who would know the difference?
Jim: That's the idea.

Tim: Cool!

% Communicator beeps.
Ron: What you got, Wade?
Wade: Let me talk to Kim.
Ron: Who do I look like?

Wade: Nice try, brain-switch boy.
Kim: Give me that!
Wade: There's been a security breach at Private Dobbs's post.
Ron: Drakken.
Wade: Something been stolen. Something big. Something top
secret.

Cleotis: Jumpin' catfish... the neutronaliser! Y'all weren't
supposed to hear that.
Kim's Dad: Uh, this isn't one of those "I'd tell you, but then I'd
have to kill you" deals, is it?
Cleotis: Well,... er, y'all been real nice. Just forget I ever
said neutra... Oh, there I go again. ( Laughs )

Wade: More bad news. My scan shows that Drakken's lair's been
abandoned. Everything's gone, including the brain-switch
machine.
Kim: So we're stuck like this?
Ron: Alright! I'm gonna be popular!
Kim's Dad: You kids.

Drakken: Careful around the neutronaliser. You have no idea what
I had to go through to get that.

% Crash!
Drakken: That was marked "fragile"! Thanks to Kim Possible I had
to move my lair. Again.
Shego: There's nothing wrong with this time-share.
Forwarder: Yo, chief! Where do you want this brain-switch machine?
Drakken: Oh, er, put it in the den.

% Phone rings.
Drakken: Carefully!
% Crash!
Drakken: Hello? No, this is not Professor Dementor. He moved.
Drakken: Wait. I didn't notice my body come in. Scarred face,
wild-eyed glare.
Forwarder: Didn't see it. All I know, the truck's empty.

Drakken: Shego?!
Shego: Heh-heh. She took it, OK?!
Drakken: You let Kim Possible destroy my lair and take my body?!
Shego: You know, this body's kinda cute when you're angry.
Drakken: I want my body.

Wade: I'll kick the scanners into overdrive.
Kim: In the meantime Private Dobbs can stay here for safekeeping.
Wade: What will you and Ron do?
Kim: Until you find Drakken and his machine, we'll just have to
deal.
Kim: What are you doing?

Ron: Your hair, it's so flippy.
Kim: Wade, hurry!

Kim: And then shift your weight from your left foot to your right
foot and hit a heel stretch at the toe. That's the routine.
Got it?
Ron: Yeah.
Kim: Can you do it?

Ron: No way.
Kim: Ron, this is the regionals! The whole squad is depending on
me. Er... you.
Ron: That's major pressure.
Kim: Yeah, no duh!

% Upbeat music.
Ron: Think I'm getting the hang of this. And I dig this wardrobe.
The breeze is refreshing.

Kim: Er, yeah, let's get some... what would you call it? Lunchage?
Ron: Snackage, Kim. Snackage, never lunchage. That sounds just
stupid.

Kim: Hey, you can't do that!
Boy: What did you say?!
Kim: Um... um... er...

Bully#1: Hold it, Stoppable. You know, you can't come this way.

Bully#2: Yeah, D-hall's been declared a loser-free zone. ( Laughs )
Loser free!
Bully#1: You forgetting something? My money.
Kim: What money?
Bully#2: You sound funnier than usual, Stoppable.
Kim: Um, um,... puberty.

Kim: Aargh!

Kim: Hi, Bonnie.
Bonnie: You little freako.
% Smack!
Kim: Ow!

Girl: Hi, Kim.
Ron: Can of corn.
Girl#2: Kim, we need you to decide on a font for the cover.
Ron: Er...
Girl#2: You're the only one we trust to make a decision everyone
can love with.

Teacher#1: Kim, are you all prepared for tutoring at Middleton
middle school next week?
Ron: Huh?
Teacher#2: Don't forget those banners you promised to paint,
Possible. Deadline's Monday.
Bonnie: Kim, you are gonna do something about your hair and
make-up before the regionals?
Girl#2: What about the font?!

Teacher#1: The tutoring?
Teacher#2: The banners?
Teacher#1: Kim?
Teacher#2: Kim?
Bonnie: Kim?
Girl#2: Kim?

All: Kim? Kim? Kim? Kim?
% Bell rings.

Ron: Tell me Wade found Drakken.
Kim: Oh! Problems?
Ron: Not really. No. No. I mean, how hard is it to be popular?
You?

Kim: None. I wallowed in the low expectations.
Ron: Good.
Kim: Alright then!
Bonnie: Kim, come on, let's go.
Tara: East Side is so history!

Kim: I am so history.


Announcer: Hello and welcome to this year's Regional Cheer Final.

Kim: Wade, anything?
Wade: Sorry, Kim. Nothing on Drakken since you called one minute
ago.

Kim: Keep me posted.
Wade: You'll be the first.

Announcer: First up, your own Middleton High Cheerleaders. You go,
girls!
% Cheering.

% Upbeat music.
Ron: Hoo!
% All gasp.

Bonnie: Move!

% Applause.

Drakken: Time to deliver my ultimatum.
Shego: ( Laughs )
Drakken: And just what is so funny?

Shego: Your voice, that body, it's not exactly the stuff of
ultimatums.
Drakken: Hmmm, very well.

Drakken: Declare me supreme ruler of Earth or I will neutronalise a
different major city every hour on the hour.
Drakken: That should do it.
Shego: What does neutronalise mean anyway?

Drakken: I have no idea, but the military had it. It was top
secret, that's good enough for me.

% Communicator beeps.
Wade: Got it.

Wade: Drakken did an excellent job covering his tracks, but he
wanted his mail forward. The change of address shows him in
some kind of time-share lair complex... suite 7B.

Ron: Oh, yeah, like he's just gonna leave the back door open.

Kim: ( Wispering ) Over there.

Drakken: Oh! Issuing an ultimatum isn't what it used to be. Give
the world a deadline and what do you get? Nothing. Nada.
Zip.
Shego: Gee, you think it had something to do with the puppet?
Drakken: Rarrrg!
Drakken: They say Paris is lovely this time of year. Well, not any
more. ( Cackles ) Enter coordinates!

Kim: We've gotta move fast. Ron and I will draw Drakken and
Shego away, then you disarm the neutronaliser.

Ron: How come I finally get the chance to be you and I still
end up the distraction?
Cleotis: Um, Ms. Possible, I don't know the first thing about
disarming the neutronaliser. I just guarded it.
Kim: OK, new plan.

Drakken: No new plans! You're finished, Kim Possible.
Ron: ( High-pitched voice ) But I'm Kim. Finish me!

Drakken: Oh, please! I know all about your little switcheroo-
buffoony sidekick.
Kim: Don't insult him, he's got it hard enough. Trust me.
Ron: Me? You should try going through a day as Kim. The
pressure's intense.
Drakken: What does this have to do with anything? Finish them both.

Ron: Wow, gimme a break here, I'm wearing a skirt!

Kim: Now you know what it's like!
Drakken: I want my body.
Cleotis: Y'all can have it. It's ugly and it itches something
fierce.

Shego: I got him! Her! I... whatever! I got him!

Drakken: Argh, there's no body like my body.

Cleotis: Oh, yes, sir, it's good to be home.
Henchman: Alright, let go.

Drakken: Shego, initiate neutronaliser firing sequence!
% Fizzing.
Shego: I don't think so.
Drakken: What?

Shego: Your brain thing blew out the power. Smooth move.
Drakken: Cheap rental lair! They know that I have excessive power
demands.

% Communicator beeps.
Drakken: Kim can't talk right now. Can I take a message?
Wade: Tell her the Army is on the way.

Drakken: The Army? Well, that's just dandy. Shego, activate the
automatic self-destruct mechanism.
Shego: With pleasure.
Computer: Lair Self-Destruct initiated.
Kim: You can't just destroy this place.
Drakken: So I lose the security deposit. It's worth it.

Ron: It'll blow up the brain switcher We'll never get back to
normal.
Kim: Ron, we'll be blown up, too.
Ron: Aw, man!
Drakken: Farewell, Kim Possible.

Computer: The lair will self-destruct in 60 seconds.

Ron: We're doomed!
Cleotis: No, we ain't.
Kim: Wade, we have no power a very little time. Thoughts?
Wade: The tri-lithium I designed through the communicator
packs a punch.

Ron: There's no way that little thing has enough power.
Kim: It's our only hope.

Computer: The lair will self-destruct in 30 seconds.
% Fizzing.
Kim: It worked! I'm me again.

Ron: Er, guys, we have a problem.
Rufus: Big problem!

Computer: ...self-destruct in ten, nine...
Ron: Buddy!
Computer: ...two, one.

Cleotis: Best be getting out of here!

Ron: Good news, we're all back in our bods. Bad news, I think
we neutronalised the neutronaliser.
Kim: Or not.
Cleotis: Did I neglect to mention that the neutronaliser is
indestructible?
Ron: I know someone like that.

Kim: Back at ya, brain-switch boy.

Kim: It feels great to be myself again.
Ron: I could not take another day of...
Bully#1: Hey, Stoppable!
Ron: Oh, no is this D-hall?

Bully#1: Dude, here's that money I've been, er, holding for you
since kindergarten.
Bully#2: Hey, got this new video game. Enjoy!
Ron: What just happened?
Kim: While I was still in your body, I went back to D Hall.
Gave some sensitivity training. No big.