Kim Possible: A Sitch in Time Page #3

Lamb and cabbage stew.

Mm-Mmm. Yum.

Lamb and cabbage stew?

Yep. Norway's second

most popular dish,

Right behind meatcakes.

Right.

Everybody loves

meatcakes. Heh heh.

Oh, yeah. I got the mad

love for the meatcakes.

Sounds like

you're adjusting.

Oh, ja.

That's Norwegian...

or french.

Great.

Ok, I got to run.

Latin class.

I... Oh, sorry.

I know how much

you wanted to take that.

Ok. Latin, schmatin.

I've got lamb and cabbage.

[Both slurp]

[Beep]

[Both gagging]

I need bueno nacho.

More meatcakes, honey?

No! No meatcakes!

No meatcakes!

[Dramatic music playing]

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.

[Cymbals clink]

Uh, guys...

Ill let my wee fingers

do the talking,

Mr. Skirty pants!

Guys.

Can you two buffoons

take this outside?

At 30,000 feet?

Precisely.

[Clink]

guys!

What?

The monkey clapped.

[Clinking]

[All gasp]

We're getting close.

Monkey power rules.

[Dramatic music plays]

[Sighs]

You, me,

and bueno nacho,

And we're gonna

grande-Size it, girl.

[Eating noisily]

[Belches]

So, Ron enough

for you?

Thanks, Monique, but

there's no substitute.

[Beeps]

What's the sitch, wade?

I've tracked down

team Drakken.

Where to?

Deep in

the Australian outback.

Better tell Ron.

What time is it there?

Uh...

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.

[Sighs]

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.

Ah, you got me.

Boo-Yah!

[Music playing]

Right, Sheilas.

You're on your own from here.

That's cool.

Wade set us up.

[Metal scraping]

Hey, mine isn't... Aah!

Maybe a little less

Ron-ish.

[Rock music playing]

Uh, ok.

[Screaming]

[Clinking]

Warmer, warmer.

Ooh, colder.

Warmer, warmer!

[Clinking faster]

Ha! I'm white hot!

Hmm. The head

must be under here.

All right, on 3.

1, 2, 3!

Ohh!

Aah! Uhh!

I cannae do it alone!

Hmm.

Ahh. There.

A mystical

monkey doorknob.

Hoist me up, Killigan.

I'll turn it.

With those wee

bairny hands?

Ha! Dream on,

blue boy.

Hmm.

Mutant show-Off.

[Energy surges]

[Rumbles]

Hmm.

Why do you get

to go first?

Ach.

Why do you?

Waffle away, gents.

I'll be getting a head.

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