Transcripts - Clothes Minded
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Transcripts - Clothes Minded

 

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Episode Clothes Minded
Language English
Type Closed Captioning
Date Written October 22, 2007
Author WallaceB, Campy
Author Comments Not Available
Wordcount 4070
 

  Transcript

Kim: Why would Drakken want to steal from a hydraulics lab?
Ron: You ask why, I ask how?
Kim: How?
Ron: How fast can we get outta here? How long till I lose my pants? How bad will I get -- oh! Hurt!
Kim: Let's save time. Whatever you've stolen, give it back.
Shego: We haven't stolen a darn thing.
Drakken: I've stolen the darn thing, Shego. Let's go.
Kim: Uhh!
Shego: That's what happens when you buy off the rack.
Kim: I stick with what works.
Shego: Yeah, season, after season, after season.
Kim: Since we're being honest, I am so over the green.
Shego: This, is a classic.
Ron: Got her, Kim! Ow! Oh! The hot, steamy badness!
Shego: Later, fashion don't.
Ron: Kim! Kiiiimmm!!

Mrs. Dr. P: I'm sorry, Ron, there's nothing I can do.
Ron: But er, you can sew up the damage, can't you?
Mrs. Dr. P: Ron, I'm a brain surgeon, not a miracle worker. Besides, I'm kinda busy right now.
Ron: Well, it was worth a shot.
Kim: I told you she only sews living tissue.
Mrs. Dr P: Clear! (Ron passes out)

(Theme)

Kim: Good to go, Ron!
Ron: Yeah, but what are you gonna do without your mission outfit, KP?
Kim: No big. Club Banana employee discount.

Kim: What do you mean? I saw them two weeks ago. I even sold a pair.
Monique: The last pair. Those cargo pants have been discontinued.
Kim: Well, what about the a --
Monique: Crop top too.
Kim: Oh great! That means I'll have to buy ... the cheap knockoffs.

Salesgirl: Sorry, they blew out of here at a buck ninety-nine.
Kim: Even the knockoffs are gone?

Wade: Still no theory on Drakken and the hydraulics heist, but I did search 14,000 online retail sites for your mission outfit.
Kim: You can do anything, Wade.
Wade: Uh ... about that.
Kim: No ...

Kim: Can you believe this? My look was everywhere, now it's nowhere.
Ron: It's tough staying tight with the fashion, KP. Believe me, I know.
Kim: But at least there's still the battle suit.
Wade: Uh ... about that. Numerous problems, including a glitch with the stealth mode. For two hours last night, I couldn't even find your battle suit. But I'll keep at it.
Kim: Please and thank you. Come on, Ron. Ah! Mr. Barkin.
Barkin: Where do you think you're going, Possible? Hmmm?
Kim: Ah, history class?
Barkin: But then you'd miss your college admissions appointment with your guidance counselor, wouldn't you?
Kim: Today?

Barkin: Okay, Possible, let's get to it.
Kim: You're my guidance counselor?
Barkin: Affirmative. Ever since Mrs. Spenstrum decided to change careers and go into professional shrimping. Now, I assume that you've narrowed the field to three universities?
Kim: Well, no. I -- three?
Barkin: Scheduled a day to take your factual aptitude test?
Kim: Um… not exactly.
Barkin: Finished and proofed your college entrance essay?
Kim: I haven't started any essay per se…
Barkin: Letters of recommendation?
Kim: (Gulp) Na-ha.
Barkin: Well, my mistake, then. I thought that you wanted to go to college, Possible?! Here, take this info sheet on shrimping, just in case.

Shego: We're building a university?
Drakken: It may look like a university on the outside. But on the inside --
Shego: It also looks like a university.
Drakken: Wrong you are, Shego! Welcome to my new super lair!
Shego: Seriously?
Drakken: What better place to hide my greatest superweapon ever!? The Inter-continental-electro-magnetisizer. And because I put college, not lair, on the grant applications, the government's paying for everything. Except for a few key parts we still need to steal.
Shego: Huh, pretty impressive for a college reject.
Drakken: Hey! College dropout, Shego. They let me in, I let myself out.

Kim: Wow, college sure is ... a lot of paper work and stuff.
Mrs. Dr. P: Naturally honey, it's a giant step. Everything changes.
Kim: Everything?
Mrs. Dr. P: I know, isn't it exciting?
Kim: Yeah, exciting. Change is good. Hey, wait a minute, this stuff is all for the University of Upperton.
Mrs. Dr. P: Hmmm, how'd that happen?
Kim: Maybe an alumni did it? Mom?
Mrs. Dr. P: Well, they do have a wonderful pre-med program. Y'know, FYI.
Mr. Dr. P: Kimmie, I understand you need new mission wear.
Kim: You know where I can still buy?
Mr. Dr. P: Oh no, better.

Mr. Dr. P: Pretty sweet, isn't she?
Kim: This is better?
Mrs. Dr. P: See honey, it's been my dream to see you save the world without baring your mid-riff.
Kim: You want me to wear it?
Suit: Greetings, Miss. Possible, would you like to try me on now?
Mr. Dr. P: Looking good, Kimmie. And it's the very latest in astro-blasto technology.
Kim: It's sort of bulky.
Suit: I beg your pardon?
Mr. Dr. P: Press the orange life support button on your control pad. Battle ready for any atmospheric conditions.
Kim: I appreciate that, Dad. But I'm not sure this is gonna work. (Kimmunicator)
Mr. Dr. P: Did I mention the built-in Kimmunicator?
Kim: Hey Wade, what's the stich?
Wade: Uh, you first Kim. Are you inside a space suit?
Mr. Dr. P: Mission suit, Wade.
Wade: Okay. Drakken and Shego were spotted breaking into the Middleton Magnetic Institute.
Kim: Didn't know there was one. But I'm on it.
Wade: Good luck, looks like you'll need it.
Mr. Dr. P: I heard that.
Kim: Okay Dad, no choice but to try it.
Mr. Dr. P: Then you'll need to know about the purple button. Rockets are go!

Drakken: The Trans-Hemispheric Magnetascope is mine, Shego!
Shego: Now we can live happily ever after.
Kim: Once upon a crime.
Ron: Okay, I am so being outshined right now, it's not even funny.
Shego: Ha-ha! You know what's funny? That get-up. It's an astro-not.
Ron: Pain recognizes gain.
Drakken: Finish the job, Shego. I'll be waiting in the getaway craft. (Kimmunicator)
Wade: Kim, I think I know what Drakken's trying to steal.
Kim: Wade, move! I can't see.
Wade: Oh, call me back.
Kim: Gha!
Shego: Ha!
Kim: Oh no!
Shego: You can't dress, you can't fight, you got no mojo.
Kim: You wish.
Shego: Suit yourself, then.
Ron: Kim!
Suit: Sorry. I failed you, Kim Possible.

Wade: So Drakken is obviously stealing parts to build something.
Kim: But what? I so hate surprises.
Monique: Surprise!
Kim: Call ya back, Wade. What's all this?
Monique: Need a mission suit? I got your back, girl. I've been waiting to take this assignment for a long time.
Kim: What's that supposed to mean?
Monique: Uh, check the goods. Flexible, rip-resistant, button or zip front, optional pockets, v-neck, or crew. Kim, are you okay?
Kim: Um, yeah, think so. (Kimmunicator) Uh, hello?
Mrs. Dr. P: Hi honey, something urgent has come up, can you get away?

Kim: So why are we at your old university?
Mrs. Dr. P: I pulled some strings, called in a favor and well, the dean cleared his schedule, he can do your personal interview right now.
Dean: Miss Possible, come, come.
Mrs. Dr. P: You can thank me later. Good luck, honey.
Kim: Um, hi.
Dean: Let's get to it, shall we? Why should this university consider you for admission, Miss Possible?
Kim: Well --- (Kimmunicator) Oh, sorry, this must look bad, could I just…

Wade: Reports of a break-in at the Middleton Geological Center.
Kim: We have a geological center too? Who knew?
Jim: Hey Kim, heard you need a new mission suit.
Wade: Hey, I was talking to Kim.
Tim: But this is an emergency.
Wade: I know, I'm trying to brief her, so stop interrupting.
Jim: Your suit is --
Wade: Drakken's probably gonna steal the --
Jim: Check the trunk, Kim.
Ron: Um, what about me? Hellooo?! I have to know where to go.
Kim: Geological center, Ron. Hurry.
Ron: Where's that?
Kim: Gah!

Drakken: Aah!
Drakken and Shego: (Laugh hysterically)
Drakken: Oh, Shego! My sides hurt!
Shego: I know, I know, where are the fashion police when you need 'em?
Kim: See how funny you find this!
Drakken: Stop it, I can't take it any more!

Kim: I can't believe Drakken and Shego got away, again. I really need my old mission clothes mojo.
Ron: Ain't no mojo in clothes. That's not what makes Kim Possible possible.
Kim: Oh, I think I'll keep you around, Ron.
Ron: Unless, y'know, what if those were your lucky duds? The secret to your success without which you can never defeat Drakken or Shego again, or anyone?! 'Course, that's just one theory.
Kim: This is so frustrating. Aughh, I don't have time to shop for a new mission outfit because of college admissions, and I don't have time for college admissions because I need to shop for a new mission outfit.
Ron: Whoa, KP, okay hang on, woo-woo! One crisis at a time. Otherwise I get like, y'know, so confused it's ridiculous.
Kim: Even if I did go shopping this afternoon, who'd give me a second opinion?

(Kim's fashion show)
Ron: Desperate times, desperate measures.

Kim: The Fashionistas? The clothing criminals we put in jail?
Ron: Who better to design your new mission outfit?
Chino: So, about the orange jump suits.
Espadrille: We've got seamstresses on the outside.
Hoodie: Cheaper, faster, below wholesale.
Guard: I'll talk to my people.
Espadrille: Okay, who is that blocking our sun?
Hoodie: We only get an hour a day.
Chino: Well, there goes the prison yard.
Ron: Yo ho, fashion felons. My lady and I are cruising for some hip designage, so we came to the best.
Kim: Or the worst.
Chino: Sorry, not gonna happen.
Kim: Well, I guess if we can't interest them in designing my new signature mission outfit ...
Chino: Don't move. Pen!
Hoodie: Shorten the sleeves.
Espadrille: Lose the pocket,
Hoodie: Adjust that.
Espadrille: Change the neckline more, linear.
Rufus: Hm-hm, oh yeah!
Ron: Ha, oh gee, ha-ha, sorry 'bout that.
Chino: Ball!
Kim: (Gasp) I love it! It's perfect.
Espadrille: Yes, the perfect mission clothes.
Hoodie: To break us out of here.
Kim: No deal.
Hoodie: What ev!
Kim: Dah! Hey!

Kim: So Dad, how many colleges did you apply to?
Mr. Dr. P: Well honey, there was only one college for me. MIST.
Kim: MIST?
Mr. Dr. P: Middleton's Institute of Science and Technologies. I'll give you a tour. How about tomorrow afternoon?
Kim: Oh, well, um ...
Mr. Dr. P: Good, ,seeing as you've already visited your mother's university.

Barkin: Possible!
Kim: Don't worry Mr. Barkin, colleges, tests, applications, I'm on it.
Ron: Ah, and when is my college admissions appointment, Mr. B?
Barkin: Ha-ha-ha. You?
Ron: Uh-huh. C+ grade average, former Mad Dog, current all star running back, how many colleges are courting me huh? Y'know, I mean at last count.

Ron: Zero, KP! Not one of these so called institutions of higher learning asked about the Stoppable-san.
Kim: Yeah, that's really surprising.
Ron: Oh hey, check it out, new college opening this fall.
Kim: Maybe I'm trying too hard? Maybe all I need is a t-shirt and these cuffed jeans.
Ron: Cuffed jeans?
Kim: Yeah, how over?
Ron: I think I was twelve. International Continental University. Y'know, since they've never had students before, they can't be that picky. Yep, sounds like ICU is a perfect fit. You wanna come with, KP?
Kim: Can't, touring my dad's college today. Stay positive, Possible. You will find a new mission outfit.
Ron: Rufus? Something we said?
Rufus: No, plans!
Ron: Plans? What plans?
Rufus: Oh sorry, gotta go!
Ron: Oh don't tell me he's touring colleges too? Aw man, now I'm in a funk. And it's not a good look for me.
Kim: Bueno Nacho later?
Ron: Heh, I think I'll keep you around.

Cab Driver: Where to, buddy?

Mr. Dr. P: Ah, Lab 32-A. The first chemistry lab I ever accidentally blew up. Maybe one day soon, you'll be evacuating a lab on this very campus, Kimmie.
Kim: Right ...
Mr. Dr. P: Come on, eight more buildings to tour in Earth Sciences alone.
Kim: Great.
Mr. Dr. P: And here's where I studied the principles of microdynamic energies. My introduction to computational methods of nano bio-technologies. I can still feel the rush. Experimental compound RF-78. This is dating myself, but they were only on RF-16 when I was an undergrad. I wonder ...
Kim: Ah, Dad? Are you sure about sticking your hand in there?
Mr. Dr. P: Kimmie, there's no place for skepticism in science. Now, watch this. (Punches concrete wall) Well, I'll be! They perfected it!
Kim: Wow, I didn't know you were that strong.
Mr. Dr. P: I'm not, RF-78 absorbs energy, multiplies it, and then outputs it. And they seemed to have solved the hives glitch, too.
Kim: (Kimmunicator) Go, Wade.
Wade: Guess where Drakken and Shego are stealing something now.
Kim: Where?
Wade: About 30 yards from you! Computer lab 35-T.
Mr. Dr. P: No dice, Wade, that's a top secret lab with the highest level security. Nobody gets in. We were just about to tour it.
Wade: They should be tripping the alarm ...
Kim: Now.
Wade: Good luck, Kim.
Kim: And the battle suit?
Wade: Still working on it.
Kim: Say, Dad?

Shego: Shouldn't you be shopping for something suitable to wear?
Kim: Why? Purple seems to be my color.
Drakken: Hee hee hee. It's like a little slice of experimental computer chip heaven.
Kim: I'll take that.
Drakken: Shego! Is it so hard to keep one bouncy teenager at bay?
Shego: Trying!
Drakken: Quantum tectonic microchip, at last!
Shego: Oh, she's making me more nauseous than usual. Looks like purple isn't your color after all, Kimmie. But, come to think of it, what is?
Mr. Dr. P: Kimmie!
Kim: Daaaad!
Mr. Dr. P: Don't worry, honey, when you reach the speed of light, the compound breaks down.

Ron: Hello?
Drakken: Behold! The final piece. World domination at last!
Ron: Lemme guess, not a real university?
Shego: Oh, your gonna be schooled.

Kim: I've tried everything.
Mr. Dr. P: Kimmie, you'll find something.
Kim: I won't! Maybe Ron was right.
Mr. Dr. P: Ronald? Right? About what, exactly?
Kim: Maybe the clothes were key. Without my mission outfit, I'm Kim Impossible.

Drakken: Where is that Kim Possible? My arms and jaw are killing me.
Shego: Don't you hate it when heroes show up late? It's just so rude.
Ron: I told you, I came alone! KP doesn't know I'm here.
Drakken: You know what, I'm beginning to think he came alone, and that Kim Possible doesn't know he's here.
Drakken: Yeah, okay, never went to college, did he?
Shego: Reject.
Drakken: Dropout, Shego! For the last time they let me in, I just -- ah! Without Kim Possible, there's no one to stop me from charging my greatest invention. The --
Shego: We know! The intercontinental huey magjiggy.
Drakken: Intercontinental-electro-magnetisizer, Shego! It's charging!
Ron: So, what does it do?
Shego: Curious myself, in an 'I know this will never work' sorta way.
Drakken: Let me educate you both, being that this is a university.
Ron and Shego: No it's not.
Drakken: Once charged with enough electrons an intense magnetic field will merge the world's continents into one super continent!
Shego: Ooh! It moves continents? Who wouldn't want one of those?
Drakken: Ah, think how easy it will be to rule the world, Shego, if it's all in one central location. No more bumpy trans-Atlantic flights.
Shego: Because there won't be an Atlantic?
Drakken: That's right! One ocean, one continent, and best of all, one time zone!
Shego: Hmm, I do hate to set my watch. Oh good, the next time I'm in Miami I can walk next door to Morocco and buy carpet.
Ron: You'll never get away with this, Drakken.
Drakken: What, why!? What do you know?
Ron: Oh, oh nothing, it just seemed like the thing to say.

Monique: Hi, may I help you?
Rufus: Uh-huh.
Monique: What are you sketching, Rufus? (Gasp) Kim's new mission outfit!
Rufus: Yep!
Monique: I think you're onto something.

Guy: Hey, are you gonna order anything?
Kim: Waiting for my boyfriend. For two hours. Ron a no show on a three for one Chimerito day?

Drakken: Ooh! Look how the continents fit together like a puzzle, and only I, Dr. Drakken, was brilliant enough to see it.
Ron: Um, not really. Y'know the earth used to be like that a few hundred million years ago.
Drakken: Wha--? It's been done before?
Ron: Yeah, it was called Pangaea. I missed it on a test, or was it is the only one I got right?
Drakken: Pangaea, hmmm, I don't want to copy. I'll call it Drakkengaea! Yes ha-ha! What? It works.
Ron: Phone on vibrate, tickles! KP, stop calling, I can't take it.
Shego: Hey Kimmie, your boyfriend says not to call him anymore.
Kim: Shego and Drakken have Ron. I need a trace on Ron's cell phone.
Wade: Easy, I can do that with one hand. A place called International Continental --.
Kim: University! That's the college Ron was touring today.
Wade: Running a geothermal scan now. Hydraulics, magnetics, tectonic sensors, everything Drakken and Shego stole in the last 48 hours.
Kim: Looks like I got a new college to visit.
Wade: Good, glad you're not letting your fashion disaster take your head out of the game
Kim: Not when Ron needs me. Mission gear, or no mission gear.
Monique: How about new mission gear?
Rufus: Surprise!
Kim: (Gasps)

Drakken: It's almost done charging! Three ... two ... one ...
Kim: Since we're counting, I count one, oh no, two losers.
Drakken: Kim Possible!?
Ron: KP! Hey, sweet mission threads.
Shego: The look actually works, and it totally bugs me to have to say it.
Kim: And I can't wait to break 'em in.
Shego: Neither can I.
Ron: Nice, KP! How's it feel?
Kim: Like I'm back!
Drakken: It's working, Shego!
Shego: Yeah, I'm as shocked as you.
Kim: What's that thing supposed to do?
Ron: Merge all the continents into one.
Kim: You mean like Pangaea?
Drakken: Drakkengaea!
Shego: Um, Dr. D, you did build this place to seismic standards, didn't you?
Drakken: Seismic standards?
Shego: Yeah, for the shaking, as entire continents move!
Drakken: It's always one tiny detail! Gah!
(Lair collapses)
Drakken: You think your new mission clothes are all that, but they're not!
Ron: Say, um, thanks for the save, Kim.
Kim: Back atcha. I'm not sure what would have happened if you hadn't gotten captured.
Ron: That's what I'm here for, KP.
Kim: One more mission to go. The college admission, uh, mission.

(School sign: Testing 1... 2... 3... and 4 pm)
Ron: Hey! A question about Pangaea!
Barkin: Shhh!

Mrs. Dr. P: So, we're dying to know, did you apply to my alma mater?
Mr. Dr. P: Or mine?
Kim: Um, actually, neither.
Ron: But I did!
Kim: Ron applied to every college.
Mr. Dr. P: Every college in the country?!
Ron: Playing the odds.
Mrs. Dr. P: Kimmie, what about you?
Kim: Well, medical school was perfect for you, Mom, and science for you, Dad. But I've gotta go with my --
Ron: Mojo.
Mr. Dr. P: Mojo? Is that a state school?
Kim: I applied to these schools. Actually, Drakken sort of gave me the idea.
Mrs. Dr. P: Drakken?
Mr. Dr P: Hong Kong? London? Venice?
Kim: It's a small world. I know, I've saved it over and over.
Mr. Dr. P: Well, we couldn't be prouder.
Ron: I've gotta send out more applications. A lot more.

Hoodie: So, we get you the orange jump suits, and you get us out of laundry duty.
Guard: Done.
Kim: And you're done, too.
Guard: Got the entire bribe on tape.
Chino: This is an outrage!
Ron: Don't do the time if ya can't do the crime. Or something like that.
Chino: I meant your mission clothes.
Espadrille: Yeah, that's our design!
Kim: Uh, gotta go! Bye!