02x06 - Return of the Nanobots

[bunniefuu]

Gotta Blast!

♪ Into the stars,
goin' by Candy Bar's ♪

♪ Rides a kid with a knack
for invention ♪

( gasps )

♪ With a super-powered mind,
a mechanical canine ♪

( barks )

♪ He rescues the day
from sure destruction ♪

Help!

♪ This is the theme song ♪

( screams )

♪ For Jimmy Neutron. ♪

( mechanical whirring )

( barking )

( yells )

NANOBOT:
Danger! Danger!
This unit is under att*ck.

Hello,
under att*ck, too.

It's not always
about you, you know.

Aah!

Aah!

Hey! Oh! Hey! Aah!

Is that the best
you can do?

Put some neck into it.

( groaning )

Not so easy, is it, Mr.
Look How My Head Comes Loose?

Nanobots, I'm upgrading
the checks and balances

in your neurocircuitry

so you don't lose control
like last time.

JIMMY:
Nanobot upgrade completed.

Whoa!

Two eyes.

Now my gaze is twice
as commanding.

Test. Test.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Listen to my new voice.

I'm like a silicon-based
Julio Iglesias.

Nanobots, get ready to fulfill
your new prime function.

I'm ready.

He could use
more work.

Quiet!

I'm trying to hear
what important task

the great Creator
requires of us.

Welcome to your
new correct-o-tech.

It contains everything
you'll need

to correct
my nonscience homework.

He's giving us
another chance.

The fool!

I mean...

Yay!
Yay!

Here's the deal:

Cindy continuous to smoke me

in artistic, right-brain
subjects, like poetry.

"Shall I compare Jimmy's head
to a summer's day?

It is more pointy
and more ill-formed."

( class laughing )

I order you to scan my new poem
and correct it for errors.

It has to be perfect.

The Creator wishes us
to correct for error.

We are back, baby!

"Ode to Cindy."

Hey!

"Roses have
low spectral wavelengths,

violets have high."

"Cindy's unable to express
these values in angstrom units

because she's not
as smart as I."

Blah!
Blah!

Error!
Error!

This unit detects
missing commas,
here and here.

NANOBOT TWO:
Further error: This unit detects
misuse of iambic pentameter.

Cutting and pasting there,
here, here, there, there

and all these places.

Nanobots, wait!

Extreme error!
Extreme error!

Use of imagery:
poor to suck-rotten.

Extreme error!

Activating
delete function.

BOTH:
Delete, delete, delete, delete!

Nanobots, stand down!

Oh, now look
what you did.

I blame your poor
leadership skills.

Jimmy, breakfast.

I'm going to have
to put you back into lockdown.

Your behavior's still
too chaotic.

I'll get your bugs
worked out someday.

Nice going, bug!

He hates us.

He likes me.

It's you
he can't stand.

Oh, your words cut
like a Kn*fe.

Sweetie, while I'm out shopping,

could you clean out the gutters
and resod the lawn?

But, butter biscuit,
I took the day off

so I could spend time
in my workshop.

Don't forget the
atomic pile in my room.

You have to bleed it
every 46 minutes.

But I've got to get
the ring-neck buffleheads ready

for the big duck-off next month.

( whining )

Could you clean up Goddard's
lug nuts from the backyard?

They're starting to rust.

Oh...

Because of you,

I'm stuck in this
inferior module.

Our old module
was much better.

If I had the old
module back,

I'd correct for error

like no one's corrected
for error before.

The Creator would
be pleased with me.

I'll use the old module
to correct for error.

Then the Creator
will be pleased with me.

Hey, you stole my idea!

I used your idea
as a springboard.

You stole
my springboard.

( sizzling )

( sizzling )

( sizzling )

This could be dangerous.

You go first.

Uh-uh,
age before beauty.

BOTH:
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Aah!

( screaming )

( both gasp, groan )

( both screaming )

( both gasp )

You're a dead bug.

I call
captain's chair!

Over my
dead relays!

( engine humming )

NANOBOT ONE:
Now to find the Creator.

Look, I'm sorry,
but every once in a while

I need a little Hugh time.

Hugh time?

Yes, my personal space.

My piece of the sky.

My secret garden.

But...

Do you know what time it is?

Hugh time?
Hugh time?

Yes, Hugh time.

I'll be in my workshop,

which is sort of like
my secret garden.

( horn honks )

There's your
bus, dear.

Thanks, Mom. Bye!

We must follow
the Creator

and await our chance
to correct for error.

And then he'll
love me again.

What is it like
in your dream world?

NANOBOT TWO:
A little humid.

( door creaks, then slams )

( metals clanking,
locks snapping )

( keypad beeping )

( metals clanking,
locks snapping )

Well, buffleheads,
it's just you and me.

CINDY:
"And somewhere
men are laughing,

"and somewhere childre,

"but there is no joy
in Retroville,

because Jimmy is an idiot."

( class applauding )

I thank you.

Top that,
left-brain boy.

Thank you, Cindy.

That was lovely.

Jimmy, would you like
to read your poem next?

Well,
I did write one,

but my upgraded server nanites
destroyed it.

Ha! Like I haven't heard
that one before.

Two demerits.

Sheen, your poem's next.

Poem?!

Carl, you told me

we had to do
an interpretive dance.

No,
that's Thursday.

Well, this is
all I got.

It probably needs music.

( humming obnoxiously )

Now is our chance
to correct for error.

NANOBOT ONE:
Error! Error!

You're out of step.

Assume
first position.

NANOBOT TWO:
And step, and step,
and turn.

Now flutter
like a bird.

Nanobots? But how?

NANOBOT ONE:
Box step, box step,
plié, plié.

NANOBOT TWO:
And bring it on home.

( class applauding )

Nanobots, I order you to...

NANOBOT ONE:
Error! Error!

Look at the hairstyle.

I'm trying not to.

Initiating correction.

( Miss Fowl gasps )

Ooh!

NANOBOT TWO:
Wait, we still have
to do the bangs!

Nanobots, wait!

Halt!

Um, J-J-Jimmy,

is your antibully thing
going to b*at me up again?

I don't think so,
Carl.

It's only been
programmed

to correct for error.

Come on, we've
got to find it.

NANOBOT ONE:
She's gone.

But I thought
the Creator looked pleased.

NANOBOT TWO:
Oh, so did I.

Let's continue
correcting for error.

NANOBOT TWO:
Error.

This unit detects
poor posture.

NANOBOT ONE:
Straightening
spinal column.

NANOBOT ONE:
Error.

Poor ball handling.

Demonstrating
correct technique.

NANOBOT ONE:
Whoa, there it is.

NANOBOT ONE:
Error! Error!

Detecting tasteless
chipped-beef special.

The beef-to-chip ratio
is completely off.

Adding steak sauce.

NANOBOT ONE:
Steak sauce?

Spicy mustard is the w.

Oh, really,
Wolfgang.

Why don't we throw in
an old shoe?

But I already made shoe
twice this week.

Oh, no, the responses are
more chaotic than ever.

Hey, Spewtron,
your stupid psychorobots

are in the lunchroom.

NANOBOT ONE:
Alert! Alert!

Fashion error!
Fashion error!

Oh, that's the worst kind.

Correcting.

( scissors snipping )

Hey, not bad.

I order you to shut down.

But, Creator,
we were merely
correcting for error.

As you programmed.

You have misunderstood
your programming.

You can't go around
correcting people.

Yeah! Although
I do love

what you've done
with this blouse.

Humans are supposed
to be flawed.

Their flaws mean that
they're functioning perfectly.

Get ready, guys.

Faced with this paradox,
the saucer module will explode,

just like last time.

Humans are flawed,

but their flaws mean
that they're... perfect?

But if they're
perfect,

they can't be flawed.

It's quite the conundrum.

My brain hurts.

I call an error-- extreme error.

We are programmed
to delete extreme error,

but this module has
no delete function.

It's got
a molecular atomizer.

Close enough.

Nanobots,
for the last time,

execute your
programming.

NANOBOT ONE:
We obey, O Creator.

BOTH:
Delete, delete.

( zapping )

( all gasp )

NANOBOTS:
Delete, delete, delete,

delete, delete, delete,
delete, delete, delete, delete!

NANOBOTS:
Delete, delete, delete,

delete, delete, delete, delete,
delete, delete, delete...

Carl, Sheen,
take cover!

( all yell )

( yells )

( screams )

( zapping )

Aah!
Aah!

( screams )

( zapping )

( screams )

Gotcha!

Nanobots, do not delete.

Do not delete!

He doesn't want
to be deleted?

But he's a flawed human.

To obey him
would be error.

This is making my circuits spin.

What if we delete
everyone else first?

Sweet! Then the Creator

will have a chance
to admire our work.

Yes! Then we delete him.

Works for me.

NANOBOT TWO:
Storing Creator
until final deletion.

Nanobots!

Wait! Don't!

Nanobots,
open the door!

There, that's everyone.

Negative. This unit detects
further human error.

( wind whistling quietly )

Now can we delete
the Creator?

Not yet.

Sensors indicate
this entire planet

is infested with
extreme human error.

You mean...?

Mm-hmm.

We must delete
every human on earth.

Let's start with the French.

I found Principal
Willoughby's keys.

Hurry, Carl!

Jimmy has only
seconds of air left!

JIMMY:
Sheen, I've got plenty of air.

Just open the door.

( Sheen yelps )

Thanks, guys.

Easy, Jimmy!

Take slow, deep breaths.

Carl, are we
the only ones left?

The whole school's empty.

The nanobots have deleted
the entire town.

We've got to get to the lab!

HUGH:
Be right back,
little surf scooter.

You just stay.

Stay. Good boy.

( humming tune )

Butter biscuit, are we
all out of the wood finish?

Got to wipe down
the blue-winged ruddy duck.

Pine nut pants!

♪ Hello? ♪

She must still be out .

Wheezer always keeps
a spare can of wood finish

in his crawl space.

Howdy, neighbors!

Your front door was open.

Hello?

Wheezer...

( echoing ):
Wheezer?

Wheezer?

Where is everybody?

Anybody!

Anybody at all!

( wind whistling softly )

Hello!

Not a soul on the enti.

Maybe they got together
and formed an angry mob!

Wait up, everybody!

I want to be in the mob, too!

Sam?

Anyone!

Somebody answer me!

( Hugh's voice echoing,
"Answer me" repeating )

I'm alone.

I don't know how or why,
but I am the last man on earth.

Judy... Jimmy... they're...

They're gone.

How will I live?

How will I deal with
the crushing loneliness?

( giggling )

Whoo, I feel so light .

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

( eating noisily )

HUGH:
Whoo-hoo!

Wow!

Now, that is Hugh time!

CARL:
Everyone
in the world, gone.

It's horrible!

I know.

Oleander owed me 53 cents.

They're not really gone, guys.

They've been dumped
into a virtual trash bin.

I knew it!

What's a virtual trash bin?

It's a trash file for deleted
items, like on any computer.

Oh.

JIMMY:
When the nanobots
delete someone,

they're converting them
into electrons.

I see. Go on.

The electrons get downloaded

onto the hard drive,

which stores them
in the trash file.

And...

But if the trash bin g,

the nanobots
will have to dump it,

and if that happens, everyone's
atoms will be gone forever.

( snoring )

NANOBOT TWO:
Adieu, adieu, adieu

to you and you and you.

NANOBOT ONE:
On to Belgium.

( tires squealing )

Must... enjoy... Hugh time!

( tires squealing,
engine racing )

( crash; water rushing )

Well, that's it.

I've done just about everything
I can think of.

I still miss my family.

Oh... who am I kidding?

What good's personal time if
there's no one to share it with?

Without Judy and Jimbo, there's
no reason for me to live.

No reason at all!

( screams echoing )

( sobbing )

( stops abruptly )

Aunt Mo's Pies?

No... no, they could never
replace the ones I love.

But, hey, look at all the pie!

Yes!

I will do it.

I... will... live!

If I can't
capture them

in this magnetic field,
we're done for.

Carl, any sign
of the nanobots
on the monitor?

No, uh-uh, Jim.

( whispering ):
Sheen, we need
that monitor

to watch
for the nanobots.

Okay, okay.

Just let me destroy
this star cruiser.

( banging at door )

Who is it?

NANOBOT ONE:
Uh... telegram.

Yeah, like I'd really
fall for that old trick.

NANOBOT TWO:
Llama-gram?

Llama-gram!

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

Okay.

Jimmy, Jimmy!

I just b*at
my high score
on "Alienator."

Oh, and the nanobots
are here.

Leaping leptons!

Quick, Goddard, fly-cy.

( beam zapping, crackling )

NANOBOT TWO:
Stop, we wish to please you!

NANOBOT ONE:
That is why we must delete you.

November, December, the next
year, the next year after that--

an endless supply of pie!

Mmm... boysenberry--

the most delicious part of
my postapocalyptic nightmare.

( eating noisily )

Hey, it's Dad.

He hasn't been
deleted yet.

Endless pie.

( dreamily ):
Endless pie.

Whoa...!

NANOBOT ONE:
Creator,

prepare to be deleted.

And pleased.

( alarm chirping )

NANOBOT TWO:
The computer's
trash bin is full.

Ooh, we have been
deleting a lot lately.

Prepare to empty
trash bin.

I can't let them dump
everyone's electrons.

Think... think...

HUGH:
Endless pie...

Endless pie...

Brain blast!

Nanobots, wait!

Nice job, guys.

Excellent work.

I'm ready to be deleted.

But before you do,
I have one last request.

Of course, great Creator.

We exist to serve.

We live to please.

Kiss-up.

State your request,
mighty Creator.

Can you guys check my homework
one last time?

I think I've got
this poem nailed.

Just let me make a few.

Here, here and there.

NANOBOT ONE:
"Cindy sings
the body electric,

but she's still
not as smart as me."

NANOBOT TWO:
"She can't even
compute the value of pi,

which I know equals three."

Aha!

Error.

Pi is not equal to three.

Computing.

The correct value of pi
is 3.14.

"1-5-9-2-6-5-3-8-9..."

Overload! Overload!

Infinite decimal sequence.

"2-3-8-4-6-3..."

( both frantically
reading value of pi )

( nanobots continue
reading value of pi )

( nanobots seizing up,
voices dragging on "five" )

( thunderous expl*si*n )

My pie!

Oh, it's not fair!

I had time!

I finally had all the time
in the world!

Gee!

Sweetie.

Honey bunny.

Jim-jammy.

You're back!

I'm not the last man
on earth anymore.

James Isaac Neutron,

what's been going on
around here?

Uh... nothing.

So, Dad, how was your Hugh time?

I... It was good, son,

but nowhere near
as good as "us" time.

Aw...

Why can't we
get along like that?

Are you afraid to love?

Oh, look.

I found an error
with your head unit.

Correcting!

No fair--

you've got arms.

NANOBOT ONE:
Why do I listen
to you?

Ow! You know
I bruise easily.

Chips for brains.

I'm telling
Motherboard.

Ha-ha! Missed me.