[after opening the pet carrier and finding Debutante instead of Rufus]
Not entirely. I think Camille will be much easier to track down now.
[In the distance, Camille shrieks at finding Rufus in her pet carrier]
Hurry Ron, "baby" and "missing" are a bad combination.
Wade, need a DNA scan of the baby's hair... then an ultraviolet sweep of the nursery. Ron?
RRon
Look, I spelled Rufus.
MMother
Kim Possible, thank goodness you're here.
We came as soon as we heard your baby was... right there in your arms?
FFather
It's not our baby that's missing.
MMother
No, it's her... her...
You called us for a missing pacifier?
RRon
Can't you just buy a new one?
Something seriously weird.
Let me guess, a worldwide wave of stolen pacifiers?
MMother
Whoever did this...? I said whoever did this left a note.
Ron: O-oh look, ransom is spelled out “little booties”. O-oh, that's adorable, and- (sneezes) Dusty.
Scan complete, Kim, and we're looking at rare baby talc, manufactured in the tiny English village of Sheershimsheer. Well, it used to be.
The baby powder factory has been closed for years.
RRon
Uh, sounds dead-endish.
Maybe not, look at this. Sheershimsheer is also the home of a nanny-training academy. Oh wait, also closed.
RRon
That's double dead-endish.
It's the only lead we got, better check it out.
(at the factory)
RRon
Okay, the creepy factor's in serious over "freak" here.
It's just an old house, it's not haunted.
OOld Lady
May I help you?
(To Ron) Not a Zombie... (To Old Lady) Hi, we're looking for Nanny Maim.
I'm Kim Possible, and this is Ron Stoppable.
Hay is for horses, young man, and do stand up straight. Your posture is atrocious.
We were hoping to find out about your nanny academy.
Deary, there hasn't been an academy here for years. No one needs nannies anymore. At least, not nannies who know how to handle unruly children.
It's just that we have some questions about the baby powder that used to be manufactured here.
Ohh, perhaps I can help you with that.
Yes. I would suggest you take your questions and... go elsewhere.
Let's see if the other locals are friendlier.
RRon
Uh, I'd settle for "not as bone chillingly eerie."
BBartender
Welcome to the Cow and Cone. ‘Ave a pint. Would it be a ‘and scoop or soft-served?
RRon
Well, uh I'm a scoop guy myself, pistachio please.
BBartender
And ‘ow about you miss, what would you like?
BBartender
Certainly, ‘appy to ‘elp.
It's about the nanny academy.
BBartender
Well it was an academy right now. Lovely old place it was.
BBartender
(sighs) Times miss, same as the rest of Sheershimsheer. First the baby powder plant closed, then people stopped hirin' nannies.
RRon
And that's when they went into the zombie business, right?
BBartender
What's he on about?
What about the old woman we spoke to there?
BBartender
You spoke to... uh, Nanny Maim? Oh, ah... you needn't worry a tick about her. She's a lovely woman, that one. Salt of the earth.
WWoman
A heart of gold, she has.
MMan
They don't make ‘em like her anymore.
RRon
Why would they want to?
What are they looking for?
BBartender
Not babies miss, never babies. We like babies ‘round ‘ere, we do, heh heh... That's right.
WWoman
Oh yes, we like babies just fine. But not snoopers like you.
BBartender
Per'aps your order should be for take-away.
(outside the parlor)
Things are way weird here.
RRon
Yeah, pistachio is s'pose to be green.
We need to take another look at that academy.
RRon
Ok, but walk slow, ‘cause... (munches) once you get past the purple, this is good pistachio.
Ron, infiltrating, no crunch zone.
RRon
Right. (munches) Whoa, there's chocolate at the bottom, heh-heh...
(sighs) Wade, what have you got?
Nothing I can put my finger on. Infrared shows something in there is using a lot of power, but I have no idea what.
Ohh, captured by babies. This is a new personal low.
RRon
You gotta admit they were cute... until they kicked our butts.
(one of the babies blows a raspberry at them)
Apparently, during your last visit, I did not make myself clear.
Oh, it's very clear. You're creating an army of super babies, and using them to steal pacifiers.
RRon
Ok, now see I was thinking that but when you said it out loud, I-it sounded silly.
(tsking) So very naughty, trying to muck up Nanny Maim's plans like this. (sips tea) Hmmmm, what to do?
You could tell us what this is all about. That's sort of traditional in situations like this.
Well deary, back in the day I trained the sternest nannies the world has ever seen, but times changed. A stern nanny was no longer the fashion. Fewer and fewer of my graduates were hired. Finally, nanny had to close her lovely academy for good.
So, this is about revenge?
Do not interrupt, that is quite rude. Nanny Maim realized you could make more money making children unhappy, then she could making them happy.
RRon
Hey, what's more traditional than greed?
And the, um, hench-babies?
These little dears? They show just what traditional Nanning and firm discipline can accomplish. Also, feeding full-size henchmen gets a bit pricey.
RRon
Cheap, that's traditional too.
The good guys getting free while the bad guy explains the plan... also traditional.
I am impressed, Fräulein Possible. How did you know I would be here?
Uh, your "To Do" list helped.
D'oh! I dropped that when I stole the ultrasonic drill, yes?
Yeah, mmm-hmm, you did. And thanks for making our job that much easier.
RRon
(reading list) "Steal ultrasonic drill, break into top-secret lab, call Mother, conquer world..."
Ah, I knew I was forgetting something! Mama gets so cross when I don't jingle.
You can call her from prison.
Or, we can add one more item to my list: [Aims ultrasonic drill] ELIMINATE KIM POSSIBLE!
But you're a cheerleader! A senior cheerleader! You know what that means?
Well, yes, and they're so cute, [pushes Ron out of the way] but it also means you must date a jock. It's- it's non-optional! It's like a rule!
Ron's the exception to the rule.
He's the reason for the rule!
RRon
Wait, wait, it's not what you think!
Oh, so you're NOT a cheater, a liar and a thief?!
RRon
Okay, it IS what you think...