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Noah: I'm sorry, Steve,
we're gonna have to let you go.
- Please, I have a family! And... I know things.
If I'm going down then you--
- ♪ I'm meeee My name's Codeeee ♪
♪ I need to peeee, in the bathroom-eee ♪
- I have information that--
(Quiet effort sounds)
(Pants)
- ♪ And then after I pee I will use TP ♪
(Engine hums)
- Uh, Izzy?
Are you-are you hunting Cody?
- Pfft. People hunting is a Tuesday activity.
I'm obserrrrrving!
Have you ever, like, watched Cody?
He does some weird stuff.
Owen: Ooh, can I have half your banana?
- Yes you can!
(Regurgitates banana)
(Slurps)
- (Sniffing) - Yeah, I guess Cody is...
okay... a little odd... but... okay.
You're not exactly the Queen of normal yourself.
- You're just saying that 'cause I have jars of jam
on my hands! It's actually marmalade,
which is the name for jam that's gross.
- Cool. Good talk.
- I've been doing a LOT of Cody observing,
and I don't think he's "odd" at all.
He's super normal... (Whooshes)
FOR AN ALIEN!
That's right, Cody's a space alien...
from space!
And IIII'm gonna prove it.
(Computer keys clack)
- Chef! Sign here, please.
- Okee-dokee.
What's this for anyway?
- It gives me permission to perform an autopsy on Cody.
- WHOA! WHOA! WHOA NOW!
Let me think about this.
Hmmm... uh...
No. - But Cody is an alien
and the only way to prove it
is with science so... I need to cut him in half
and count the alien rings inside!
- This sounds like a case of
"I spent all weekend watching the space network
and now I think everyone's an extraterrestrial."
- I didn't WANNA watch alien movies!
My cat swallowed the remote!
No, Mister Mittens,
not the space channels.
I want the princess warrior network.
- (Farts)
Not the volume, Mr. Mittens! - (Farting)
- I think you need to take your cat to the vet, Izzy.
And no autopsies on other kids.
- Fine! But I'm continuing with my non-invasive Cody study.
(Drill whirrs)
- Okay, but if Cody turns up autopsied
you get a timeout.
- (groans) O-kay.
- (Whistling)
Whoa-OA! Look out, Courtney!
I can't hear where I'm going!
- For this first test just tell me what you see
in these totally random...
abstract... ink blots.
- Kinda looks like a comet?
That one looks like a spaceship.
Yeah! That's a nifty laser blaster!
- Well, someone's got SPACE stuff on the brain, huh?
Verrry interesting.
Let's move on.
This sensor will help me get an accurate reading
on my truth detector.
(Whirring)
Are you comfortable? - Yes.
- How about... NOWWWW!
- A little less, but--
- QUESTION ONE!
Do you live far away?
- Uh huh. - AH HA!
And do you sometimes miss your real home?
- Mmmm... sometimes.
- HAHH! Final question:
Are you from... a planet?
- YES!
- WE'RE DONE HERE! Thanks Cody.
See! Cody IS an alien.
- (Gasp) Did you use up all the toilet paper doing this?
♪ Ta dam ♪
Harold: Hello? Can I get some help.
There's no toilet paper in here.
(sigh) Well, goodbye Lewis.
(Toilet flush)
- I bring you proof of alien life
and all you care about is butt hygiene?
WAKE UP, SHEEPLE!
- Look, I know I said you could keep playing your
"Cody's an Alien" game,
but I'm getting worried you're about to pull an Izzy.
- What's pulling an Izzy?
- Well...
♪ Happy Birthday dear Owennn ♪
♪ Happy Birthday to you! ♪
- Let me cut the cake!
(Cackles) (Saw whirs, cake splats)
NO ONE STEALS MY DNA!
(Splash)
(t*nk rumbles)
No one keeps me out of The Basketball Federation!
You made up all those examples except the first three.
- WHAAAT?
Just-don't let things get out of hand. Please?
- Fiiine.
Engage countdown to ROCKET LAUNCH!
- Whoa! Where did you get a rocket?!
- Ah, the space m*llitary... duh.
- Uh oh. Izzy's pulling an Izzy.
- I'll run and tell the teacher!
- And Courtney's pulling a Courtney.
Let's get out of here before things get out of hand.
- Come on, Cody! I'm taking you home.
- Yay! That's where my jammies live!
(Door slams) - Izzy! Stop!
What are you doing?!
(Rocket blasts) AAAAAAAAAAH!
Izzy! Izzy! Let me in!
- (Sing-song) Who iiiiis it?
- Open the door!
- Okay, okay. Don't have a cow.
(Quivering) GHA-GHA-GHA-GHA-GHA-GHA!
(Pained wincing)
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Ship computer: Launch complete.
- Ooh, I could get used to this.
Ship computer: Artificial gravity engaged.
- (slams) OW!
What were you thinking, Izzy?
- Cody's an alien,
I have to get him back to his planet.
I don't know where it is yet, but, pfft,
how big can space be?
- It's big.
Ship computer: Approaching interlocking wormholes.
Avoid at all costs.
- Wormholes? COOL!
LET'S GO!
- (Gasps) Izzy no!
(Whooshes)
(Poof) (Baby wails)
(Poof) (Screams)
(Poof) (Screams)
AAAAAAAAH! Izzy: Woo-hoo-hooo!
That was fun!
- Fun? Are you kidding?
That was terrifying!
And look at this stupid tail!
Plus, we've got no idea where that wormhole spit us out.
We're gonna be lost in space forever.
- Forever? Noooo.
We've only got enough air to last, oh, an hour. Tops.
- Why didn't you pack more air?!
- Well, I'm not blaming anyone, buuut...
ONE OF US did a lot of screaming.
- These buttons make funny sounds.
- CODY! NO! - Almost done.
Ship computer: Intergalactic Positioning System activated.
- Yay! Take. Me. Home.
Ship computer: Route home: calibrating.
System initializing. (Beeping)
- Oh! We're heading home. Good.
I was starting to worr--
(Engine roars) Oof!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
GAAAAHHH!
Ship computer: You have arrived at your destination.
- (sighs) Home at last.
Wait... where's the pollution.
The ocean full of plastic bottles.
This isn't our planet!
(Landing gear whooshes)
Ship computer: Landing maneuver complete.
Warning: fuel reserves now empty.
(Whirring) - Yay!
- Cody, I thought you programmed that thing
to take us home.
- Uh huh, I did!
This is my home.
- (Gasp) I was right!
Cody IS an alien.
Cody alien : Everyone, Cody has returned to us!
- Arggh! - Whoaaa.
- Welcome to planet Cody, where I was hatched.
Here, everyone is a Cody.
(Ominous music)
- Gah!
Wh-why didn't you ever tell us you weren't from earth?
- I tried, but no one ever listened.
- One, two, three, four...
- I'm from outer space! - Cody, shush!
No one cares if you're out of spice.
- Come, Cody of Earth. Tell us of your travels.
- (sighs) Okay. Cody's an alien.
- Don't worry I'm not going to say I told you so.
That would be rude-BOOOM!!
IN YO' FACE, SUCKAHHH!
- (Chanting) Co-dy! Co-dy! Co-dy! Co-dy!
- They love me, Izzy! They love me!
- GOOD FOR YOU, CODY!
Good for you.
- You did a lot to get Cody back to his home, Izzy.
Is that 'cause you know how it is to feel different,
and thought finding the place Cody belongs
might mean there's a place where you belong too?
- Did you just call me WEIRD?!
- No. - RUDE.
I'm reporting you to the school board!
- No, I-I'm just-- - You're in big trouble!
- HEYYY... Let's go see what Cody is doing.
- Your experiences on earth sound so thrilling and strange.
- Tell us more.
- Well, on earth
they only eat the inside of the banana!
- Unbelievable! - So GROSS! - EW, YUCK!
- Chef! Izzy! Good news, these Codys pee rocket fuel.
- Not sure a doctor would call that good news.
- They refueled the ship; we can get back to Earth.
(Toilet flush)
(Platform whirs)
- That's kinda gross, but...
- Alright, Codys! LET'S GO!
- I'll be right there. I just need to say goodbye.
I know, I'm your hero,
but Earth is where my best friends live
and every day they teach me about love,
acceptance and respect.
(Door shuts, being) - They're leaving without you.
- WAIT, WHAT!?
(Rocket blasts)
- I was worried we were gonna be stuck on that planet
but it looks like I'm getting us back home safe and sound.
- You sure did, Chef. - Ahhh!
Oh no.
That's the wrong Cody.
- Whoa. You are in such... big... trouble.
You grabbed the wrong Cody.
You left the real Cody in outer space!
And you called me weird -
not gonna forget about that either.
BIG trouble. I would NOT wanna be you right now.
Ohhhhhohhoho...
Chef: (groans) This is gonna be along trip home.
♪ Ta ta ta ♪
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02x39 - Space Codyty
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Series re-introduces some of the original "Total Drama" characters in an alternate universe where they are aged down from teenagers to toddlers, being taken care of by Chef Hatchet.
Series re-introduces some of the original "Total Drama" characters in an alternate universe where they are aged down from teenagers to toddlers, being taken care of by Chef Hatchet.