Transcripts - Sick Day
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Transcripts - Sick Day


Episode Sick Day
Language English
Type Closed Captioning
Date Written Unknown
Author Hazuki
Author Comments Not Available
Wordcount 1523


Ron: Hmm.
Tim: ( gasping breaths )

Kim: Incoming!
Jim: Achoo!
Kim: Jim, say it, don't spray it.
Kim's Mom: You boys are burning up.
Tim: Can we have some more chicken soup?

Jim: Please?

Kim: Ron, maybe we should bail from Sick Tweeb Central and
pick up the study fest at your house.
Ron: No fear here. I'm cold-proof. No germ has ever
successfully breached the fortress that is the Stoppable
immune system.
Jim: ( gasping breaths )

Tim: ( sneezes )
Kim's Mom: Bless you.
Kim: Well, at least he covered. I do not want to catch this.

Kim: How did I catch this?

Wade: We can go to the tape.
Kim: What?
Wade: I've enhanced the germ trail.
Kim: Eww.
Wade: Woop, there it is.

Kim: I don't even want to know how you got that.
Ron: Hey, K.P., how we feeling today?
Kim: ( stuffed up ) I can't breathe through my nose.
Ron: Okay, yeah, no idea what you just said.

Wade: Hey, Kim, I'm patching through an elite scientific team for a
satellite briefing.
Kim: Please and thank you.

Scientist#1: Kim, we've just put the finishing touches on our new
invention. We call it...
Scientist#2: Ray-X.
Ron: Ray-X?

Kim: ( sniffles ) What's it do?
Scientist#1: Well, uh, it's a secret.
Scientist#2: Hence, the "X."
Scientist#1: "X" as in "the unknown."

Scientist#2: Of course, we know.
Scientist#1: Right. Uh, but no one else does, so it's unknown to
everyone else. The point is, we could use some extra
help with security around here.
Scientist#2: Just for today, until we have moved Ray-X to a secret
Scientist#1: We're calling it Location X.
Kim: Say no more. I'm on it.

Kim: ( Groaning ) Oh, I got up too fast.

Ron: Uh, you really think you're up to this?
Rufus: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Kim: It's just a cold. All I have to do is sit there and guard
some little ray thingy.

% Kim sneezes repeatedly.
% beeping.
Ron: I just heard a way freaky security alarm go off. It sounded
like, "Choo, choo, choo!"

Kim: That was me. I was sneezing. Stay alert and keep your eyes
open for anything suspicious.

Drakken: Shego, in mere moments Ray-X will be ours.
Shego: What does this Ray-X do?
Drakken: It's need-to-know.
Shego: Uh-huh, uh-huh. So you don't know?

Drakken: I need to know. That's why we're here.

Shego: Kim Possible.
Drakken: Not to worry, I have just the plan to get past her.

Kim: ( sneezing )

Shego: Aw, somebody's sick. This will be cake.
Drakken: We can't just walk in there. What about the plan? I drew
it myself.
Shego: Everyone knows it's impossible to keep your eyes open
while you're sneezing. So if we time it right, she won't
see a thing.
Drakken: Okay, fine.
% Kim sneezing repeatedly.
% wheels squeaking.

Kim: I'm sorry. Visiting hours are over.
Kim: ( stuffed up ) Ron, meet me at the main entrance. I got
Ron: "Drag Kid"? Who's he?
Kim: No! Drak-ken!
Ron: Drag can? Drag it where?

Drakken: I have no idea what this is going to do to you, but I'm
banking it's very, very bad!
Kim: Drakken!

% Drakken grunts.

% Alarm blaring.
Kim: Whoa!

Kim: I have to sneeze.
Shego: What?

Kim: I need to cover my nose.
Shego: Nice try, Kimmie.
Kim: ( Gasps, sneezes )
Shego: Aah! Aw! That was a low blow.

Computer: Fire escape routes activated. Security doors open.
Kim: ( Gasps )
Drakken: You should have stayed in bed, Kim Possible.

Ron: Where is he?! Where's the dragon?!

Drakken: ( laughs ) I'm so excited! And I just can't hide it.
Ha! What do you suppose this thing does, Shego? ...Shego?
% phone rings.
Drakken: Hello?
Shego: ( stuffed up ) Dake, I'm calling in sick. Kim Possible
gave me her stupid cold.

Drakken: What?! You can't call in sick!
Shego: I have to go, I... I... ( sneezes ) Ugh! That's

Drakken: ( growls ) I need a new temporary cohort in evil ASAP.
But who? Who?
Drakken: ( shuddering ) Ew! Never again.

Drakken: Killigan. He works cheap.

% phoneings.
Ron: Ron's crib. Hello? Who dis?
Kim: ( stuffed up ) Hey, Ron. It's me.
Ron: Grandma?

Kim: Kim. Listen, my mom is way cranked that I went out sick.
Kim's Mom: ( o.s. ) "Cranked" is putting it mildly!
Ron: Worry not, K.P. Rufus and I can totally handle Drakken.

Kim: Mom? Can I have some soup?

Ron: Behold, Rufus. I give you Operation Ray-X.
Ron: OK, scuba to point A. Suction cup to point B. We'll bungee
jump to point C.

Killigan: ( o.s. ) Sidekick?! I'll nay be a sidekick!
Killigan: You said equal partnership. 50/50!

Drakken: Killigan, be reasonable. Some were born to lead, and
Killigan: And some were born to yap, yap, yap.
Drakken: How about co-villain?
Killigan: No!
% wheels squeaking.

Ron: Shego! Wow, you look green. I mean, you know, greener.
Shego: ( sneezes )
Ron: Aw... Ew! Total grossness. Like taking candy from a baby.

Ron: A sick, sneezy baby who sprayed her germy illin' all over me.
Thank goodness for the Stoppable fortress of immunity.

Ron: ( gasps, sneezes )
Kim: Fortress of immunity, huh?

Killigan: Ah, you drive a hard bargain, Dr. Drakken. But I'm in.
Drakken: With the two of us working together, nothing shall stop
us! Nothing! Ah... ah... ( sneezes )

Killigan: Need I remind you of the contract? "Should one signee
become incapacitated the other party shall assume all head
super villain duties."
Drakken: ( stuffed up ) But you can't do it alone. To get that
Ray-X back, you'll need a temporary lackey.
Killigan: One step ahead of you.

% doorbell rings.

Hank: Hi. I'm Hank Perkins from the temp agency. Ready to get
to work, sir.
Killigan: So tell me, laddie, have you any previous evil experience?
Hank: No, but I'm a self-starter, and I have a law degree.
Killigan: Eh, close enough.

Ron: I so don't get this soap opera.

Kim: What's not to get? Fecia's archenemy created a machine that
swapped her brain with Brock's.
Ron: Let me see if there's any mo soup.

Ron: Now, if I were soup, where would I... Ray-X!

Killigan: Gun it, Perkins!
Hank: Actually, I was wondering if you could sign my time card.
Killigan: Ay! Just go, man! Go!

Ron: ( stuffed up ) With us sick, and the Ray-X in the hands of
Killigan and Drakken, we're doomed.
Kim: We're what?
Ron: Doomed! Doomed!

Tim: Check it out. I found these plans in Ron's stuff.
Jim: Hoo-sha!

Killigan: ( sneezes )
% dialing phone.
% phone rings.
Drakken: Yes?
Killigan: Ay, can you believe Felicia and Brock switched brains?
Drakken: I know! So does that mean the wedding's off?

Jim: Check it, Rufus. We've modified Ron's Operation Ray-X.
Tim: We parachute to point A, drop and roll to point B.
Hank: ( o.s. ) Gotcha, Shego. I've reorganized Dr. Drakken's filing
system. From A to Evil over here.
Tim: Or we can just do this.

Hank: Oh, no extra trouble. I really want to get in on the ground
floor of this whole super villainy thing. You see, I think it
could be the growth industry of the next ten years. In fact,
I just caught my first prisoners just now. What's that? Oh,
no biggie. That's what I'm here for.

Ron: Rufus? Buddy? Where'd you go?
Kim: Missing tweebs, too.
Ron: Along with my Operation Ray-X schematics.
Kim: Wade, I need a ride.

% all grunting.

Hank: God, I hate to do this, but I do need to score some points
with the boss, so...
Kim: ( coughing ) Who are you?
Hank: Hank Perkins. Hello!
Kim: Do you work here?

Hank: Well, I am a temp, but a little birdie told me I might be kept
Kim: ( grunts )
Kim: Sorry, Hank.
% buzzing.
% boys grunt.

Shego: Wow, looks like somebody's been drinking lots of fluids and
retaining every ounce.
Kim: So not in the mood, Shego.

% both sneeze.
Kim: Gesundheit.
Shego: Thanks.

Drakken: Come on, Shego! Show her who's boss! Uppercut! Uppercut!

Kim: Snug as a flu bug in a rug.
Shego: ( growls )
Hank: OK, I am officlly resigning, uh, so if someone could just
write me a quick letter...
Tweebs: Wrong chandelier!

Hank: ...I'll just, uh... run!
Tweebs: Yes!
Drakken: No!

Killigan: Are you daft, man?! Just 'cause you have her brain in
your head, it doesn't mean you can't love her.

Kim: Okay, good news, bad news. We managed to keep Ray-X
out of the clutches of evil.

Scientist#1: Excellent! And, uh, uh, the bad news?
Kim: It sort of got a little crushed on the way out of the
clutches of evil.
Kim: I got to know. What was this X thing designed to do,
Scientists: Cure the common cold.
Ron: I hate irony.