Lock Kim's mom up in the cell with her.

“If Kimberly no longer believes her mother is in danger and will not listen to her pleas for compliance then Mrs. Possible is no longer of any worth to me.” Ron says to himself, “So, first things first, I stop wasting time and resources on her.”

Ron presses a few buttons on his throne and issued commands to the nearest guard drone to the Kim’s cell.

“Now that I have taken care of that little loose end I need to decide what to do next regarding Kimberly. Perhaps I should confer with my generals.” Ron says with an evil smirk.

“I sure hope you know what you’re doing Kimmie.” Kim’s mother tells her just before a nearby guard drone unseals and opens Kim’s cell door, “What are you doing with her you bucket of bolts?”

“No new orders have been issued regarding treatment and conditioning of **** Kimberly Ann.”

“Then why are you opening…” Kim’s mother asked before being stopped half way by a hard shove from the drone, causing her to go tumbling into the cell.

“**** 7-1-3, your special status has officially been revoked effected immediately by the grand overseer due to your inability to complete the task of preparing **** Kimberly Ann for her engagement to said grand overseer. All of your security clearances have been revoked. You have been sentenced to confinement in containment cell six pending further notice.”

The drone seemed just about to leave when it stopped and turned back around.

“Due to the benevolence of the grand overseer Ronald Stoppable the **** 7-1-3 stored in containment cell six have been deemed fit for restoration of rations, minimal level.” The drone said as a small pouch shot out of its hand and landed at Kim’s mom’s feet just before the cell door closed.

“Here Kimmie cub, eat this. You’ll need your strength.” Kim’s mother said as she curled up with her daughter and handed over her ration pack.